Isn't It Strange?

Navigate the map Distinguish a poorly-written script Am I the city center or am I an island? Isn't it strange? (Isn't it strange?) Am I all alone? The doctor is running a few minutes late No drip to compensate Paper blanket pulled out straight No room for debate Nothing echoes within the corners A door frame contrasts the space Always distracted, these ghosts took my name They stole my faith, all in vain All in vain Invisible waves through me Intrusion entirely slowed down like January Take a form pathetically Isn't it strange? Isn't it strange? The doctor is running a few minutes late No drip to compensate Paper blanket pulled out straight No room for debate