Motion Sickness - My Ticket Home

So there you stand, walking among them

Pathetic, beat down.

Lead by routine day after miserable day

Is this everything you thought it would be?

Is this everything you thought it would be?

To be secure amongst your peers

To feel safe in your own world

But in the back of your mind you just want to die

But you can’t.

No. You won’t

Cause this cage is all you know

Cold, unnerving.

Blank stares across the room

Fake, uncaring.

You want to see me back down

What goes around is gone

We all decide what we’re made of

We all decide what we’re made of

Unnerving.

Blank stares across the room

Fake, uncaring.

You want to see me back down

What goes around is gone