Surrogate by Trope Lyrics

Floating away
You’re spinning to your own scent
Needing all eyes to see
Thank you distance but
Still tightly wound and
Heart coiled shut
Can’t break free from this illusion

Hollow inside
Holding nods as the prize
These illusions
Are taking control
Flaring ego
And before you know

Your focus goes
Self-obsession
Reigns through you
Dive back to

Your surrogate for craving
Throw it away
You’re spinning to this old scent
Feeding the same disease

An innocuous sting
One step and you’re back in its swing
And you know right away
Yet you keep going

To your surrogate for craving

And you know it’s true
Covered in moire and dew

Surrogate, surrogate
Surrogate this pain
I know you will see the mine
It’s a circle
Cull the reigns right back to you
Circumvent your

Surrogate for craving