Spinning

You're spinning it like you know Shooting gazes, passing judgement As you go Never try to see my way Can't say what you want me to say What's the point of conversation when They all end up the same? Below your frame You know You'll blame it all on me So high and mighty, Looking down on me A distant reflection, so plain to see Dispel deflection in a different direction But what it comes down to be is: Never try to see it my way Can't say what you want me to say What's the point of conversation when They all end up the same? Just go Mind's made up and it shows I'll stay below your frame You know You'll blame it all on me You're spinning it like you know You're spinning it like you know You're spinning it like I can't see Exactly what you want me to be You're spinning it like you know Blame it all on me (You're spinning it like you know Shooting gazes, passing judgement As you go You look at it as you go An attestation, a reflection you echo)