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.