Look down, down, down See your porcelain face reflect on your silver spoon A summit of the plate Inflated stomach full Scared of a singular bead of sweat The leg of labour in which you pull Come down, down, down Come down Corridor mind, door to door Contained thoughts Claim to feel the struggle Product not earnt but bought Corridor mind, door to door Contained thoughts Claim to feel the struggle Product not earnt but bought The tight-lipped pity smile Makes it all worthwhile As you see the face that you have known and loved for years I don't know what the mirror thought it saw But it's a sweet remanence Of what it once was, could have been, and so much more To unveil potential seek What an adolescent can do with a phone in hand Corridor mind, door to door Contained thoughts Claim to feel the struggle Product not earnt but bought Corridor mind, door to door Contained thoughts Claim to feel the struggle Product not earnt but bought This corridor mind and this door to door Claim to feel the struggle Products not mine but yours Corridor mind and this door to door Claim to feel the struggle Products not mine but yours Entitled and ego conveys amongst pride Still stuck in your ways, still trying to find a tongue tie With this corridor mind, and these contained thoughts And the tight-lipped pity smile that makes it all worthwhile