Lip-sync to mimic

There's something in it

Just when you start to sync into it

Lip-sync to mimic

There's nothing to it

Just when you start to sync

Lip-sync

Lip-sync

The core is off kilter, I'm sure

When you feel too detached for your own words

The core is off kilter, I'm sure

When you feel too detached for your own—

Is there an angle in which I can align?

What is the best fit?

Now, where is the exit with this?

Lip-sync

Lip-sync

Is there an angle in which I can align?

Is there some sentiment in which I should resign?

World sits still, I'm still

It crumbles still

Spits on its axis

It hits and I'm there

Hate you to fear you

It's none such luck

Suggest the slip of your axis

To care, it's not there

World sits still, I'm still

It crumbles still

Spits on its axis

It hits and I'm there