When I am on the ship then no one knows my name
But when they see me swimming then I am not the same
I'm going through the rough sea when people look away
But when I'm on the island they all look up and say:
'What is he doing there, might there be something to see?
I want to take a look, but I don't know the sea.
But there might be nothing there, and he might just be a fool
and I might call him back, but that could just be cruel.'
And even if they think that going would be nice
They wouldn't think of trying, they would thread on thin ice
And I'm looking at things that no one understands
While the calm but still loud waves slowly c
Millions of eyes piercing through the soul
Crawling with your skin over flaming coal
Needles in your eyes and chains around your feet
Lost in an endless maze with constant rising heat
Never felt this lonely with everyone around
The only ones to save you are the floor tiles on the ground
Solid repeating patterns and endless stretching lines
My mind completely focussing on non-existing signs
The world turning to black and my mind empty and white
In the mass of total chaos now appears a guiding light
People losing souls and slowly turning into stone
The iron spears are broken and now I can be a
Unable to walk, but always trudging
Unable to talk, but always judging
Never brooking, always fleeing
Never looking, always seeing
Unable to give, unable to cherish
Unable to live, unable to perish
Always cheating, not a fraud
For he is the Wheelchair God