Lipsync

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 Lipsync Lipsync 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? Lipsync Lipsync 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