Letras de Twenty One Pilots («Regional At Best»)

6.- Forest

I don't know why I feed on emotion,
there's a stomach inside my brain,
I don't wanna be heard,
I want to be listened to.
Does it bother anyone else
That someone else has your name?
Does it bother anyone else
That someone else has your name, your name?

I scream, you scream, we all scream,
'cause we're terrified of what's around the corner,
we stay in place
'cause we don't want to lose our lives,
so let's think of something better.

Down in the forest,
we'll sing a chorus,
one that everybody knows,
hands held higher,
we'll be on fire,
singing songs that nobody wrote.

My brain has given up,
white flags are hoisted,
I took some food for thought,
it might be poisoned,
the stomach in my brain
throws up onto the page.
Does it bother anyone else
That someone else has your name?
Does it bother anyone else
That someone else has your name?

I scream, you scream, we all scream,
'cause we're terrified of what's around the corner,
we stay in place
'cause we don't wanna lose our lives,
so let's think of something better.

Down in the forest,
we'll sing a chorus,
one that everybody knows,
hands held higher,
we'll be on fire,
singing songs that nobody wrote.

Quickly moving towards a storm,
moving forward, torn,
into pieces over reasons
of what these storms are for,
I don't understand why everything I adore
takes a different form when I squint my eyes,
have you ever done that?
when you squint your eyes
and your eyelashes make it look a little not right,
and then with just enough light
comes from just the right side,
and you find you're not who you're supposed to be?

This is not what you're supposed to see,
please, remember me. I am supposed to be
king of a kingdom or swinging on a swing.
Something happened to my imagination,
this situation's becoming dire,
my tree house is on fire,
and for some reason I smell gas on my hands.
This is not what I had planned.
This is not what I had planned.

Down in the forest,
we'll sing a chorus,
hands held higher,
we'll be on fire,
singing songs that nobody wrote.

Down in the forest,
we'll sing a chorus,
one that everybody knows,
hands held higher,
we'll be on fire,
singing songs that nobody wrote.

Hands held higher,
we'll be on fire.

Hands held higher,
we'll be on fire.