All of these words,
Trapped inside my mouth,
Maybe one day,
They’ll find their way back out.
Collecting like sand,
At the bottom of the sea.
If you have a better plan,
Just whisper it to me.

No one understands,
Anything I say.
It’s like what they hear,
Is bad autotranslate.
And I feel like maybe,
I’m just not the same;
That there’s something disconnected,
Deep inside my brain.

I don’t have the spoons,
To explain myself again.
So maybe I’ll just,
Nod and pretend.
In through one ear,
And right out through the eyes.
Like they heard what they wanted,
And believe their own lies.

No one understands
No one understands,
Anything I say.
It’s like what they hear,
Is bad autotranslate.
And I feel like maybe,
I’m just not the same;
That there’s something disconnected,
Deep inside my brain.

Fever Dream

Bad Autotranslate

.ɿoʇ ⑁ƨiw uoγ ɟɒ⑁w luʇɘɿɒɔ ɘᗺ

Bad Autotranslate

Pseudonumb