Through the mind we flee to space
As the shadows choose the place
Though afraid, my sleeper must awake
So I've used up all and left this time
Station
Toward where we're falling
Faces
Glowing blue eyes upon me
Waste us
Or make us slaves till death like the Paw-Nee
Or turn around and fake they're proud
I've found my true calling
Well beyond the mortal plane
Lies the place where one's life can be exchanged
No more conscience, no more pain
The now, the past, the future stay the same
At the station
Toward where we're falling
There's faces
Glowing blue eyes upon me
Taste us
Or make us slaves till death like the Paw-Nee
Or show the world exist without the day
While the tall one tries convincing us to stay
