Letras: Cloud Conquers City. Rods, Cones, And Little Tiny Bones. Purple Whales.

As the ship sets sail,
I'm looking out over the rail.
Watching the world pass you by,
feel the tears well up and flood.
The men descend to spill your blood.
The men descend to spill your blood.

I'm not the one you're looking for.
So shoot your guns, missiles deploy.
What can I do, what can I do?
I'd rather die than to be one of you.

Your harpies claws are in my skin,
to ensure the state I'm in.
Your medication can't hold me.
Through the gates I'm finally free.

I'm not the one you're looking for.
So shoot your guns, missiles deploy.
What can I do, what can I do?
I'd rather die than to be one of you


(Thanks to Donald Best for these lyrics)