i'm a grain of sand in the desert land that i call life so i furl my flag and i never look back i go straight to what the future holds as i flirt with security there's nothing left for me call your world an asylum walk straight to insanity in the darkest days it's like a sensation to me a stream of light while the machines are turning it feels like i'm burning in a fire that came so suddenly eclipsed by nothing else away from true or false there's a riot in my brain so nothing will stay the same you may build you may find the key to your refuge i don't search because i can't see any refuge live with your program it's like an empty slogan what will the children say? i never gave up rebellion too much went wrong my father was the state for me but i guess it was freedom to find myself in the "white room" as i see you in the distance i'm left with pure existence you may build you may find the key to your refuge i don't search because i can't see any refuge