I feel like an immigrant setting sale to my own mind
In a see of faces and figures with no features and empty eyes
The destination is fuzzy, all I can see now is the flames
I try to speak but no words come out, my mouth's taped shut
I feel like an immigrant setting sale to my own mind, a dark place full of metal and steel and live landmines
We're all on this ship but we're not going to the
Same place
Visions of something getting closer but I can't see its face
The destination is fuzzy all I can see now is the flames
I try to speak but no words come out, my mouth's taped shut