歌詞

5 AM, sipping on a cup of cold black coffee

Mirror on the wall showing the same old story

That cynicism I thought I stripped off yesterday

I put it back on like a coat, fits the same old way

City reflections, neon lights start to blink

Everyone’s an actor, playing roles on the brink

"I already know," yeah, the words I always spit

Caught in a wave of deja vu, every bit of it

Collective Deja Vu, the lines begin to bleed

Pretending to be cold, re-acting every deed

The eyes in the glass asking what it’s for

A bitter little recipe, the city’s secret lore

It’s a cynical cycle, going round and round

Walking without answers on this hollow ground

Smartphone glow, painting faces pale and blue

Losing my pace in a world that’s way too new

Deformed realities lining up the social feed

Where is the truth? Does anybody see the seed?

I don’t wanna be the one saying "back in the day"

But every "new" thing feels like a re-run anyway

So I’ll love the imitation, swallow the Saturday night

Just a little spice to make the monochrome feel right

I thought the rain would wash it all away this time

But looking in the puddle, seeing the same old crime

I was laughing back at me with that cynical face

The same as yesterday, stuck in the same place

Collective Deja Vu, the lines begin to bleed

Pretending to be cold, re-acting every deed

The eyes in the glass asking what it’s for

A bitter little recipe, the city’s secret lore

It’s a cynical cycle, going round and round

Walking without answers on this hollow ground

Deja vu

Tomorrow again, at the same spot, same time

Just looking in the mirror, shrugging at the grime

Stay cynical

Stay cynical