I'm on my way in a foreign land. The crime rate's up to 25 percent. Dessident people everywhere. And I can't find no comfort here. . All alone - no one's there to help me.
Countless miles he carried me. Crossed mountains and the seas. Rolling on I got a mission to complete. . Metal fighter shining brighter. . Flying high as we cross the sky.
Do you feel I'm far away?. Please don't wait. Well it's too late. You don't see me. I believe you should awake. There's no more creeping. There's no return.