Lyrics:
I live in a one room space
I think it's really neat
Cuz I have two strong arms
But I haven't any feet
I'm in love with my Martian Doll
She's not sure I exist at all
And with my dubious mental health
I'm not so sure I exist myself
I live in a submarine
Deep beneath the waves
Who knows how many lives we waste?
Or how many we saves
We don't exist, we never did
I finally learned when I was a kid
That it can't happen, it can't be
There's no such thing as reality
Do we go where we cannot,
or do we stay behind?
Do we search through all the trash,
Afraid of what we'll find?
I walk through the corridors,
Lit by the red glow
Will we escape, or will we stay?
No one seems to know
Where do I put my Martian Doll?
When our backs are up against the wall
The air is going and there's little doubt
There's no way we're going to get out
Is there still an outside world,
or is there not a trace?
Left of the human race?
Except for this small space?
Are we alone where we are?
Are we going to die?
We are down, causes unknown,
no one wonders why.
But I must return, I've got to call
I've got to talk to my Martian Doll
And tell her that I'm sorry,
tell her I'll be back
May they rest in peace, may they rest in peace
May God treat them as well in death as He did do in life
May He never let them let us forget them
Raise them up on higher . . .
Is there still a reason, or has reason left again?
The sceptic tank is almost full
What will we do then?
The air is getting stale now,
soon it will be gone
Can we continue to live with nothing to live on?
Or will we die, are we dead?
Are we dead, have they forgotten us?
Have they forgotten us? | Notes:
More references to not existing and martial dolls. |