Through the mind we flee to space
 As the shadows choose the place
 Though afraid, my sleeper must awake
 So I've used up all and left this time

 Station
 Towards where we're falling
 Faces
 Glowing blue eyes upon me
 Waste us
 Or make us slaves till death like upon me
 Or turn around and fake they're proud
 I've found my [bad word] calling

 Well beyond the mortal plane
 Lies the place where one's life can be exchanged
 No more conscience, no more pain
 The now, the past, the future stay the same

 At the station
 Towards where we're falling
 Faces
 Glowing blue eyes upon me
 Taste us
 Or make us slaves till death like upon me
 Or show the world exist without the day
 While the tall one tries convincing us to stay