Blind Audition to My Own Life [Electronic Djent]

Описание: I wake to the ache and the shake of the hand
In a house built of glass on a mountain of sand
The ceiling is white and the silence is loud
I’m a face in the mirror, a face in the crowd
But the eyes aren’t mine!
And the skin isn't tight!
I’m a thief in the day and a ghost in the night!
You walk in the room with a tray and a tea
And you smile at the shape that is pretending to be...
A husband?
A lover?
A brother?
A friend?
I’m skipping the middle to get to the end!
I mimic the motion!
I copy the tone!
A King on a crumbling, cardboard throne!

The memory is missing!
The circuit is dead!
There’s a hole in the plot in the back of the head!
I’m reading the room
trying to assume
The shape of the bride
or the shape of the groom!

IMPROVISE THE INTENT!
I DON’T KNOW WHAT I MEANT!
I’m spending a currency I never spent!
Perform for the neighbor!
Perform for the wife!
I’m trapped in the center of somebody’s life!
Is it a tragedy?
Is it a sin?
I don’t know the character I’m living in!
I DON’T KNOW THE CHARACTER I’M LIVING IN!

We sit at the table, we break the bread
I nod at the meaningless things that you said
"Remember the summer?"—I fake a laugh!
I’m tearing the photograph right in half!
A liar! A leach!
A breach in the hull!
A pressure expanding inside of the skull!
I study your face for a hint or a clue
Terrified of the love that is pouring from you
Because I feel nothing!
I’m cold as a stone!
A biological drone in a combat zone!
If I slip for a second, the illusion will crack
And the man that you love isn't coming back!

Say the line
(Say the line)
Fake the shine
(Fake the shine)
It’s a design.
(It’s a design)
Everything is fine
(Everything is fine)

THE HABIT IS VISCERAL!
THE PANIC IS LITERAL!
DIGGING FOR DATA BUT THE DATA IS PERIPHERAL!
WHO AM I?
WHO AM I?
WHO AM I?

IMPROVISE THE INTENT!
I DON’T KNOW WHAT I MEANT!
I’m spending a currency I never spent!
Perform for the neighbor!
Perform for the wife!
I’m trapped in the center of somebody’s life!
Is it a tragedy?
Is it a sin?
I don’t know the character I’m living in!

Lights out. Curtain call. I didn't mean to be here at all.