Set sail on the good ship Levertation
Eyes wired shut with fascination
Cold blooded silence in the vacuum
Astronauts dining in the back room
Words go unspoken and deeds go undone
Mark of the devil engraved on the sun
Freaks and fanatics are losing their mind
Noone believed in the world that they've all left behind
Further to the East for liberation
Falling in line for medication
Drug addled comforts in the vacuum
Dinosaurs choke in the back room
Saturn is calling it's children back home
Eyes of Medusa have turned them to stone
Bayonetters wait for the breathing to stop
Clinging to life 'till the very last drop
Crossing through veins as it cuts to the bone
Talking to someone but I'm all alone
Weight of the World has me pinned to the floor
Doctor don't mind so he's giving me more
Ghosts come and go but they don't know my name
Something is different yet always the same
Brain cannot function and hands cannot feel
State of a mind at large nothing is real
Nothing is Real!
Writer(s): Ben Ward, Joe Hoare, Chris Turner, Martyn Millard
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