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)