4:48, again   Early or late, hard to tell   Orbiting my bed      Mirror, Mirror, I call:   What crawls and lives off the wall?   - Nowhere left to fall.       Some claim “Dark before dawn”   Tell me: what are they on?   Silver lining their clouds   Silver spoons in their mouths   Good advice   Just add vice      4:49, still here   Was it a month or a year   Walled inside of me      Some claim “Dark before dawn”   Tell me: what are they on?   Silver lining their clouds   Silver spoons in their mouths   Good advice   Just add vice      Some say that I’d do well to cope   Well maybe not; or maybe I’m slow   Mirror please, give up the ghost   Let it go      Some say, “it’s Darkest right before dawn”   I’d like some more of what they are on   Silver on every cloud   Silver spoons in their mouths   Good advice   Just add vice   Good advice   Just add vice