Из альбома: Towards

I'm layered in mould
Distractedly told
Oh no
I'm buried in gold
Abstracted alone
Oh no
I'm always a sidekick
Inside my own storybook
I'm second to last pick
Didn't make the final cut

This is not my tongue
And this is not my story
I'm not gonna change into more than a stranger
So come on and put me
right back where you found me
No I dont belong here
I dont belong here

Vaguely involved
In a sonic assault
At night
Daily resort to a cynical sort
Of mind
Wait till it folds back
Onto its on cataract
What do you call that
When senses are under attack

This is not my tongue
And this is not my story
I'm not gonna change into more than a stranger
So come on and put me
right back where you found me
No I dont belong here
I dont belong here

Take me for granted
I'm dead on delivery
I came with the setting
I'm part of the scenery
I'm only narrating
In some other language
I'm off the debate team
I have no perspective

You must be mistaking me for someone else
Dont you worry though it happens all the time

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