I'm waiting for the plane to crash and burn I like the smell of burning kerosene I'm feeding on the thrill of primal fear I want my share of fluid endorphine It seems they just sit and wait for sleep I really need to see if there is something more In danger I perceive my world so clear I force myself to stretch the envelope There's a party going on We'll all be here dancing underground There's a riot going on
We'll all be here dancing underground I'm freezing to the bone on the arctic storms Naked in the cold I'm feeling so alive I'm searching for the last uncharted land I hope to find someone else like me Don't listen to the fools that hold you back For you will achieve what they can only dream Now escape the grip of good old common sense And trust yourself for reaching further on