No I don't lack ambition Can't you see what I hate That it's you who is sinking Locked behind iron gates You should know, you're falling into fiction I can tell you're on, you're on some foolish mission
Your black eyed soul, you should know That there's nowhere else to go My black eyed boy you will find Your own space and time
You call me superstitious, me up with your deceit I could never be malicious Thought I seem so bittersweet You should know, you're falling into fiction I can tell you're on some foolish mission