Somewhat sickly at seventeen,
I put my thoughts into art with dry ink and pen
Patching, sewing, like a Mother Goose;
All through the night, I keep crying - I'll see you again
As an android with spinning springs,
I have a voice and a head, but they're empty both
I feel down at every little thing,
So all that I really need is just to have your love...
Taking sick leave through seventeen,
I put today in a can, since it's not too dim
Detonator and a paper bag;
And like a fool, I decided I'd pack my breath in
To the android, you never show;
You make up lies of the truth just to hide your you
I'm a ghost, yes, I know it's so,
And so I wonder, is it true that you can't see me, too?
Singing back and forth all day long,
That's what makes our ghost ship march on
Soon enough, I know there'll be no bad or good;
Here we are in this neighborhood...
B-B-B-Be something, and make the news about you;
Find something to say, such that no one else will doubt you
Wreak havoc at every single station;
Though you still don't see me, take me for my word
Boy soldier, it's words your voice is weaving;
Cover up the exits, no one will be leaving
For a time, I thought this would bring me luck, but...
Well, over time, I simply had to laugh...
Well, over time, I simply had to laugh...
Somewhat sickly at seventeen,
I find today's like a movie, and I'm half-awake
It's a nearly loveless scene;
Sure, you can dream what you want, but know it's always fake
As an android with spinning springs,
I see such garbage, delinquents, and melancholy*
I want you to know all these things,
So let me take you in hand - you're coming back with me
Singing back and forth all day long,
On the lookout, our ship sails on
Soon enough, I know there'll be no forward or back,
So let's just forget it all...
Wah! Wah! Wah! Wah!
M-M-M-March onward, our path is headed sunward;
Time to take the plunge - on three, I'll give you one word
Wreak havoc at every single station;
This is how it is, so take me for my word
Shout louder, until your throat is aching;
Come, just take a look at what a stand they're taking
For a time, I thought this would bring me luck, but...
I suppose I'll just enjoy it while it lasts...
I suppose I'll just enjoy it while it lasts...
L-L-L-L-Let fly three millenia of grudges,
Megaphones for all, and all acting as judges
Wreak havoc at every single station;
This is just the truth, so take it as your word
Our ghost ship proceeds to leave its ire,
Giving way to riot, spreading like a fire
For a time, I thought this would bring me luck, but...
Now I know that more or less, it's just a lie...
Now I know that more or less, it's just a lie...