It is strange to be here, with Dee
Among the strange it had to be
Over the gems, over the ice
Sheltered from the sun
Pissed in a cup in
The corner of what seems like a box
Trapped in the game
I know it is right
and sheltered from the pain
And captain tells us to enjoy
No one can smell the cobwebs & moss
I know this sounds ambiguous
But here is a different tune
One more day we raise the captain
The futile gesture is not empty....yet
So i was up to a feeling
I´ven´t felt in over 5 yeahrs
The sound of failure is not here.....yet
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