It's 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's right   and sheltered from the pain      And captain tells us to enjoy   No one can smell the cobwebs and moss   I know this sounds ambiguous   But here's a different tune      One more day we raise the captain   The futile gesture isn't empty....yet      So i was up to a feeling   I haven't felt in over 5 years   The sound of failure isn't here.....yet