The land of chance
My mind and my soul
I tried to reach out
But the stereo
Eyes are dark
I need my sleep
I feel the one
But it's out of my reach
Oh, the story goes
It goes on and on
I make no bonds
I put my head on my hand
And take another step
I hold my breath
I build up the walls
I'm freezing my life
As my vision saw
The road is paved
With vacuum size
The blind don't know
Now its justified
Oh, the story goes
It goes on and on
I make no bonds
I put my head on my hand
And take another step
Oh, we are all alone
And there is people here
And people there
Then you put out your hands
And all they do is stare
Oh, the story is old
They tried to train our minds
And steal our clothes
They say they do, and they do
Until they don't, don't, don't
Oh, the story goes
It goes on and on
And on and on
Oh, the story goes
It goes on and on
