Give me an age where I don't know a thing. Where black and white offers me peace from the din. Bright lights, cat fights, leave me cold.
Recent encounters are telling me why my reasons for silence are so justified. I can hear you. Please turn down.
All these pretenders pretending to be. How do they recognise people they see ? Lives by numbers, pass me by.
Centred around what they know isn't true but what is needed for distorted view. Try not to think now, you've been warned.
I tried to fake it but I got found out. Fakers who fake it are on their way out. It's just me but I'll let myself be and the others go free. But I know who will win. I'm on the outside.