Mother and Father, Sister and friend
It’s not that I embrace the end
It’s simply that I feel too deeply
Towards what I see around me
But this is not escape
This is my way
Oh Father, Mother I find
The people here are so unkind
And strangers trample blindly
They’ve lost all common courtesy
This is not escape
This is my way
When I was a child I knew I’d never die
Like an unknown god that was watching through my eyes
And I was strange and I was old
Watched the future past unfold
Their toys are getting complicated
But no one’s any brighter
More doors are locked and bolted