Set sail, far away
Flatland
One line all around
Floor hiding underground
Dive dive, right on down
Living with the minds down here
Don't talk very much
'Cause they don't give a f*ck
Scrounging, for a meal
Looking for some time to kill
Hiding in, a mantle vent
Warm enough there's no rent
Is getting older, just getting used to the way you always feel
Is getting older, just getting used to the way you always feel
Its growing closer, each day closer to death yet we still feel
Is getting older, just getting used to the way you always feel