Mute

Do you ever stop to think How nothing ever changes Not in a gross depiction of a boys bathroom Nor its many different faces It just ferments there It just ferments there Everything reeks cheekiness halted still within its place And of an encrypted regiment holding the fourth-wall It'll never ever break It just ferments there It just ferments there Or else you feel dumb (And derealization) You feel dumb (And out of place) Wait for your time (And derealization) You feel dumb and out of place Wait for your time (And derealization) You feel dumb (And out of place) Yeah, you feel dumb Yeah, you feel dumb How does it feel walking out of your kin's run business I don't resent this, no Do you ever stop to think How nothing ever fazes The most minute of person, the most minuscule of thought That could never ever breach into the outside (Into the outside) But does it feel nice (But does it feel nice) When you sought shelter (When you sought shelter) And we sought head on Or else you feel dumb (And derealization) You feel dumb (And out of place) Wait for your time (And derealization) You feel dumb and out of place Wait for your time (And derealization) You feel dumb (And out of place) Yeah, you feel dumb Yeah, you feel dumb Oh, I am oblivious to how our bodies could ever end up so different And I seek solace in ignoring all the signs above The once which once you warned me of (Ah) Left alone lest you feel dumb (Ah)