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.