Julian: All right, Alex, now this is going to - Alex: Sting a little? I know. Julian: No, actually it's going to hurt like a motherfucker. Sometimes I curse that I was born a cripple To the sky I'm under, bound by my two feet I walk the road paved by our evolution Grinding my illusions, this earth is not for me. But in my mind's eye, a vision of ourselves In our cradle of dust and stone. I nurse a single dream, a memory One I can't remember, and I am not alone I wake from my suspended animation Deprived of my creation just like a drone. But in my mind's eye, a vision of ourselves As the blind leads the fallen. Sometimes I curse that I was born a cripple To the sky I'm under, forged to imprison me. Somewhere in time I'll wreck these chains around me Even those inside me, blasting my way free. But in my mind's eye, a vision of ourselves As we leave this time and place behind.