[singer A] I wear the wrong face In a room full of right ones They laugh at small things I choke on big questions I tried on their colors They burned on my skin Every “how you doing?” Feels like “you don’t fit in” I’m an outcast on the inside Ghost at my own door Screaming in a crowd of statues Can’t feel me anymore If I disappear tomorrow Would anyone ask why? Outcast on the inside Dying where I can’t be seen to die (oh) [transition] [singer B] The shadow walks through walls of stone, An empire built on dust and bone. They pull the strings behind the screen, The coldest hands you've never seen. Turn the wheel, the gears grind down, A hollow throne, a rusted crown. They sell the sky, they format fear, The final hour is drawing near. A calculated, quiet scheme, They trade the truth to buy the dream. No names are spoken in the hall, But written deep upon the wall. Turn the wheel, the gears grind down, A hollow throne, a rusted crown. They sell the sky, they format fear, The final hour is drawing near. [instrumental] [singer A] They say it gets better Like it’s some kind of cure But these nights crawl backwards And I’m less and less sure Heart’s a cracked window Rattling in the storm I’m so tired of pretending That I ever was the norm How many versions of me Have I buried alive? How many times did I smile Just to barely survive? Pull my name off your tongue You don’t know what it costs I’m not “fine” I’m just quiet I’m not okay I’m lost (lost) I’m an outcast on the inside Ghost at my own door Screaming in a crowd of statues Can’t feel me anymore If I fade into the silence Will anyone ask why? Outcast on the inside I’ve been gone a long time Just learning how to say goodbye
