[ Featuring the Used Kids ]
From up here it looks so different
Contains so many souls
A playground for the gods it is
How many does it hold?
Receptacles of information
If only for a brief while
Passing through the generations
Documents and files
The files
Something bigger at play here
It's clear to me now
Once I clear the atmosphere
I feel it here somehow
Somehow
This must be what they prepared me for
It's not an exercise anymore
Oath of secrecy I swore
I suppose there will be more
I didn't expect this, nobody could have
How long have we known
I think I'm getting this, what choice do I have
I guess I'm never going home
Going home
This is what I've prepared for
No excuses anymore
I hold the secret, this I swore
Looking forward to much more
