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 the Paw-Nee   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    Taste us    Or make us slaves till death like the Paw-Nee   Or show the world exist without the day    While the tall one tries convincing us to stay