I'm layered in mold
Distractedly told oh, no
I'm buried in gold
Abstracted alone oh, no
I'm always the 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 don't belong here
No, I don't 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 own 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 don't belong here
No, I don't belong here
Yeah 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
Don't you worry though it happens all the time
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