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