I think my day back up in my flatnI don’t want a second to revealnfull of regret, full of averagenI stunned my mind so I don’t feelnna plane jet, hijacked, forcing it to fly backnoil check, damage, widescreen breaking newsnengine roaring, passenger unboardingna million feet high pilots without usennand now I am…nnfree nwhatever happensnwhatever may benI’m free nunder the statuenfor you to seennphone attack, leave a messagenyou wouldn’t hear me anywaynI feel homeless and all my luggagenis already on the waynnplane crash, test tracknno matter if we come backnmistake, breathtake, relatives in hopenoxygen gas masksndon’t forget your seatbeltsnprayers, players, all their souls are sold