I watch the clock
And see my time go down the drain
I’m just waiting for the weekend
To numb the brain
I am a man without a face
Without a name
I keep occupied
So I don’t have time to feel
I stand in line, 'til the end of time
I feel so much safer with my hands tied
I can’t make it on my own
There’s bars on my window
But I don’t mind the pain
I did what I was told
Still I’m free like a slave
I settle for the chains
And the foodplate on the table
Still there’s moments in the dark
«is this really what I asked for?»
I stand in line, 'til the end of time
I feel so much safer with my hands tied
I can’t make it on my own
The train of mystery, it’s calling me
The train of mystery knows what I long for
It takes me to my place somewhere
Destination’s unknown