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.
Writer(s): Emma Shearer Pollock, Paul Alexander Savage, Alun Trevor Woodward, Stewart Henderson
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