Welcome to the year of the cyco. It's been a long, long wait. Welcome to a modern blitzkrieg. With peace, I can't relate. Welcome to death now you'll love it.
I gotta gotta take a trip, gotta take a trip out of this place. I gotta gotta get away, get away from the human race. I don't know what I'll see, don't even know what I'll find.
I sailed forever, I sailed so far, and now I know just what the consequences are. I laughed out loudly, while I cried inside. But I didn't have the streigth to say enough of this ride.
You're the prisoner locked in your cell. You're living in your personal hell. Invisible bars block your view. They don't exist except for you. Free, why can't you see how easily.
I wrote a letter just the other day. To nobody in particular. But if anyone were to read a bit. They'd think I was a bit peculiar. . But it matters not what they think of me.
I've seen pain that'll drive a man further. Than any road could ever take you. . Stare at the wall, it doesn't move, must think it's bad. But I'll prove who is harder.