[0:16]Try to relax. Oh, chill out, chill out. This hard for me to keep a straight face, knowing that you people exist. Get away. Get away. I just need to breathe. People, people, people. What do they need? Why do they keep talking to me? Their breath, their smell is also obscene. I can barely take it. I can barely take it. People, people, human energy. Human energy, human energy. Their breath, their smell, it's all so obscene. I can barely take it.
[1:29]I can barely take it. Step back, don't touch too close. That's enough. Your noise crawling underneath my skin like static I can't turn off. You loud, too loud. Your echo fills the crowd. I shrink inside my own head while you're screaming proud. I see the way you stare, like I'm supposed to care, but I don't feel that spark. Just heavy, crowded air. Back up, back up, give me room to think. One more word, one more breath, then I might just sink. People, people, why are they here? Why do they hug so close to my ear? Their voices, their shadows, they follow me near. I can barely take it. This human energy. Dragging me down to what I used to be.
[2:34]I wasn't before as loud, four smiles in the crowded crowd. Every handshake feels too fake. Every joke, a small mistake. I'd rather talk to walls at night. They don't breathe in, they don't invite. They don't lean in, just to pry. They don't ask me why I'm so shy. I don't vibe with the fake grin, fake love, fake hype, fake skin. You flex my appearance. Then break when the silence sets in. I see through the performance, through the doubt and endorsements. You loud, but too hollow inside. That's the real distortion. I'm allergic to the small talk. Allergic to the fake walk. You circle like a shark tank, but I'd rather beg than bow. I don't hate you. I just don't relate to the way you feed off the attention. Let me converse and be quiet. Let me breath. Let me stay. Let me leave. Maybe I'm the strange one, maybe I'm the ghost. Standing in the corner where you meet your dose. Maybe I'm too distant, maybe I would draw a piece that's worth more or I'll end up lost. I don't need the spotlight glare. I don't need the constant stare. Silence is the only place that ever feels safe. People, people, people, people, people. What do they want? Why do they push when I say I don't? Talking to me. Talking to me. I'm breaking. quietly. That noise. That constant singing. It's too much. It's obscene. I can barely take it. People, people. I can't escape. People, people, people.
