The Tie Lyrics — KEN mode

It occurs to me years too late
To spare my lilting ego the trauma
Just how little is being martyred?
How little heart there is left to offer

A lidless eye, rose red and reeling
Perceiving nothing save an endless seething
Even I can't decide
If this is anthem or affect
I think they're getting wise
Or maybe they always knew
I think they're getting wise
Or maybe they always knew
That this never actually mattered
That this never actually mattered
That this never actually mattered at all