This is not what I am used to.
This! This is foreign indeed.
Strange. Unknown.
This is not what I am used to.

These words, they are obscene.
What comes from utt’ring them?
Discov’ry.
These words, they are obscene.

These feelings are betrayal.
My mind closing in on my own arrest.
These feelings.
These feelings are betrayal.

These sounds they are disgusting.
A perception of others’ reality I
Don’t wish to hear.
These sounds, they are disgusting.

These sights are overwhelming.
I am not meant to understand.
So why try?
These sights are overwhelming.

This is not what I am used to.
This! This is foreign indeed.
Strange. Unknown.
This is not what I am used to.

So I take my leave of it.