Standby in End Of The Line

And now i've been dropped among life on standby.
among the creatures that visit me at night.
drowned in letters of insignificance, "good luck" sounds like "goodbye".
white, white face and wall and morning.

Flight is boarding and the world is going down.
without a sound.

The darkness is fading; i crash out of my cloud.
and life in my head starts screaming out loud.
the light scratches and bites, tears over float my eyes.
i crawl but i'm here and free.

Not going down without a sound.

Flight is boarding and the world is going down. without a sound.