2001

Moving in the dark, drifting through the corridors
Into the main room, to give this place some heat
Let these engines breathe, before we go to sleep
Cryogenically, in stomach turning sickness
We fall down, further in the deep end
I see nothing out there today
To distinguish days, we developed our own time frames
Our old sleeping patterns, gone with solar systems
We fall down, further in the deep end
I see nothing out there today
Today is lost, tomorrow gone with it
It begins to consum me whole