| Don’t recognize myself today
|
| Talk in circles in the greyest grey
|
| And all the thoughts live in a maze
|
| Up here, where I belong
|
| I trundle cross the harsh terrain
|
| The darkest thoughts you’ll entertain
|
| A force that I cannot sustain
|
| I’m here, but something’s wrong
|
| The darkest day
|
| The longest night
|
| I should evolve but still I fight
|
| On the run
|
| In a state of flight
|
| I’m calming down
|
| My intent is to be free
|
| What keeps me warm are memories
|
| Now they’re closing in on me
|
| Things should have changed by now
|
| I’ll be younger in 50 years
|
| Trying to find what panic fears
|
| Phobos and Deimos interfered
|
| And change was everything
|
| When you looked up
|
| The stars all fell
|
| It was hard for me to tell
|
| It’s another day on Mars as well
|
| This quiet is deafening
|
| The darkest day
|
| The longest night
|
| I should evolve but still I fight
|
| On the run
|
| In a state of flight
|
| I’m calming down
|
| My intent is to be free
|
| What keeps me warm are memories
|
| Now they’re closing in on me
|
| Things should have changed by now
|
| I felt myself disintegrate
|
| Figured it out but much too late
|
| Took all that I loved that day
|
| And trashed the rest of it
|
| I happily detached the past
|
| But equilibrium won’t last
|
| In a capsule of poison gas
|
| This solitude is desolate
|
| The darkest day
|
| The longest night
|
| I should evolve but still I fight
|
| On the run
|
| In a state of flight
|
| I’m calming down
|
| My intent is to be free
|
| What keeps me warm are memories
|
| Now they’re closing in on me
|
| Things should have changed by now |