Lip sync to mimic
There's something in it - just when you start to sync into it
Lip sync to mimic
There's nothing to it - just when you start to sync
Lipsync
Lipsync
The core is off kilter I'm sure
When you feel too detached for your own words
The core is off kilter I'm sure
When you feel too detached for your own
Is there an angle in which I can align?
What is the best fit?
Now, where is the exit with this?
Lipsync
Lipsync
Is there an angle in which I can align?
Is there some sentiment in which I should resign?
World sits still
I'm still
It crumbles still
Spits on its axis
It hits and I'm there
Hate you to fear you
It's none such luck
Suggest, the slip of your axis
To care it's not there
World sits still
I'm still
It crumbles still
Spits on its axis
It hits and I'm there