I watch the clock   and see my time go down the drain.   I'm just waiting for the weekend   to numb the brain.   I am a man without a face,   without a name.   I keep occupied,   so I don't have time to feel.      I stand in line, 'til the end of time.   I feel so much safer with my hands tied,   I can't make it on my own.      There's bars on my window,   but I don't mind the pain.   I did what I was told,   still I'm free like a slave.   I settle for the chains   and the foodplate on the table.   Still there's moments in the dark,   "is this really what I asked for?"      I stand in line, 'til the end of time.   I feel so much safer with my hands tied,   I can't make it on my own.      The train of mystery, it's calling me.      The train of mystery knows what I long for.   It takes me to my place somewhere   Destination's unknown.