The Folds

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It's not fine, it never can be
Til I'm blind, so I won't envy
It's hard to try, when you can see
Through the grime, I hope you find me

I would sooner that I stay so faceless
Than to be changed by what my eyes perceive to be
Something more that makes me curse my basis
And asks my mind to alter who I seem to see

In the mirror's hole, in the mirror's folds
It can leave the old, it can force the new
To regain control and when it takes a hold
It can make a mold of how it thinks it sees you

It's not fine, it never can be
Til I'm blind, so I won't envy
It's hard to try, when you can see
Through the grime, I hope you find me

In the mirror's hole, in the mirror's folds
It can leave the old, it can force the new
To regain control and when it takes a hold
It can make a mold of how it thinks it sees you

It's not fine, it never can be
Til I'm blind, so I won't envy
It's hard to try, when you can see
Through the grime, I hope you find me

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from Forest, released September 2, 2016
Written, composed, arranged, produced and performed by Joel Beattie. Mixed and mastered by Matt Beattie.

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