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.