No I don't lack ambition

Can't you see what I hate

That it's you who is sinking

Locked behind iron gates

You should know, you're falling into fiction

I can tell your'e on, you're on some foolish mission



* Your black eyed soul, you should know

That there's nowhere else to go

My black eyed boy you will find

Your own space and time



You call me superstitious,

me up with your deceit

I could never be malicious

Tought I seem so bittersweet

You should know, you're falling into fiction

I can tell you're on some foolish mission



(* Repeat)



You should know, you're falling into fiction

I can tell you're on some foolish mission



(* Repeat)