Do you think you see outside the frame
If instead of a ride you take the stairs?
Who can be certain
About anything these days?
And if you break loose
And escape from the grind
What will be the next thing
To encage your mind?
And If all it comes down is to
Following a one-way road?
So
Little as we know
Still we go ahead
Warning with its glow
Sky keeps turning red
Why should I even care about
What you say is wrong and what you fear is right?
And since I happen not to fit the mold
I hold no shares of the souls you've sold
Where the double line
Meets the sky
Is the place
I'd rather be
Undefined
Disinclined
To grasp the life
I left behind
So little as we know
Still we go ahead
Warning with its glow
Sky keeps turning red
So little as we know
Still we go ahead
Warning with its glow
Sky keeps turning red
