Your arrogance (desert rock sessions)

(c) all lyrics by Faith L.C. Everyone moves like they’re reading from a script I never got. They talk in signs and shortcuts, in rules I somehow forgot. Their voices click like clockwork, their steps all hit the same. And I stand there in the middle, outside of every frame. It’s not that I’m confused — I just see things differently. They build their world in straight lines, and mine moves diagonally. I don’t speak this language, the one this world repeats. Their words feel made of metal, and mine are built from different beats. I’m not wrong, just wired another way — a signal they don’t understand. I don’t speak this language, but I still won’t change the way I stand. They run on hidden systems, on codes I never learned. They live on constant forward, while I move where the corners turn. They thrive inside the noise, I breathe the quieter air. And maybe that’s the reason I don’t quite blend in there. It’s not that I’m resisting — their rhythm isn’t mine. Their world is built for speed, and I’m another kind. I don’t speak this language, the one this world repeats. Their words feel made of metal, and mine are built from different beats. I’m not wrong, just wired another way — a signal they don’t understand. I don’t speak this language, but I still won’t change the way I stand. Maybe there’s a place where my voice makes sense, where the world runs softer and the lines are less intense. Maybe there are people who hear what I hear too — and maybe I’ll find them when I follow something true. I don’t speak this language, and maybe that’s okay. I’ll keep my voice unsharpened, I won’t force it into play. I’m not wrong, just tuned another way — a signal looking for its band. I don’t speak this language, but I still know who I am.