I'm An Alien In This Land (Variation) - by GVG.Creations

[Verse 1] One moment I was cataloguing, this planet's rainfall patterns. The next my transport blinked out of orbit, a sound like empty caverns. Being forgotten isn't a dramatic explosion, it's a recalibration. First you wait, and wait, then you adapt to the situation. [Verse 2] My invisibility wasn't meant for espionage. It was meant to keep me from being captured on strange land. Here, it turns me into the world's most exhausted ghost. I walk beside crowds who have no idea I follow them through rotating doors. [Verse 3] The mimicry protocol was supposed to be used sparingly. Now it's the only way I can get a bus ride without the driver screaming. I take snapshots of human faces, then build a temporary version. The jawline, the pores, the slight asymmetry humans like to call "imperfection". [Pre-chorus] The more people I copy. The more I realize how heavy being visible is. Humans also carry their own copies. And leave at home their identities. [Chorus] I'm an alien in this land (I'm an alien). I was learning 'bout their life span (I'm an alien). I learned, they feel like aliens, every human. No one needs invisibility, 'cause no one sees them anyway. No one needs mimicry, 'cause anyway they never show themselves. Everyone needs, social media feeds, Instagram reels. I learned it's something on some cloud, a cloud that is not real. (Mhm-mmh). [Impasse] [Verse 4] Learning public transport wasn't easy, wasn't right. When I sit at the far back, as a tired office worker. I watch them joke, flirt, argue, sigh. I don't understand why they live so sore, and... [Verse 5] Compared to the universes I've charted. They are the closest to weather patterns. Chaotic at close range, mad when outsmarted. Strangely consistent from above, further and further. [Verse 6] Still, no matter how precise their disguise. You can see through them, who is bad, and who is nice. The longer I stay here, the more I understand. Belonging isn't about knowing the rules, it's play pretend. [Pre-chorus] The more people I copy. The more I realize how heavy being visible is. Humans also carry their own copies. And leave at home their identities. [Chorus] I'm an alien in this land (I'm an alien). I was learning 'bout their life span (I'm an alien). I learned, they feel like aliens, every human. No one needs invisibility, 'cause no one sees them anyway. No one needs mimicry, 'cause anyway they never show themselves. Everyone needs, social media feeds, Instagram reels. I learned it's something on some cloud, a cloud that is not real. (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh). [Bridge] Being a human is complicated, I don't think I could ever be one. They act strange with their own, almost against an evolution plan. Being a "human being" is not about being a "human being". It’s about being recognized as someone who looks clean. They want someone who should be "here". And by "here" I mean the different pieces of land on this sphere. It seems they are divided in groups. If the tone of their skin varies they observe you with loupes. I would like to go home, or to a different planet. One where their inhabitants know they are all alone in this infinite. [Chorus] I'm an alien in this land (I'm an alien). I was learning 'bout their life span (I'm an alien). I learned, they feel like aliens, every human. No one needs invisibility, 'cause no one sees them anyway. No one needs mimicry, 'cause anyway they never show themselves. Everyone needs, social media feeds, Instagram reels. I learned it's something on some cloud, a cloud that is not real. [Impasse] [Chorus] I'm an alien in this land (I'm an alien). I was learning 'bout their life span (I'm an alien). I learned, they feel like aliens, every human. No one needs invisibility, 'cause no one sees them anyway. No one needs mimicry, 'cause anyway they never show themselves. Everyone needs, social media feeds, Instagram reels. I learned it's something on some cloud, a cloud that is not real. (Mhm).