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 true 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
    Station
  Towards where we're falling
  Faces
  Glowing blue eyes upon me
  Waste 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