Sitting in the cold metal bench
Shivering, I wait for the train
I watch people come, then blench
I hear some guy calling Jane
I see a face, a lost young face, crying
I listen to a mystical men playing violin
In the dark left corner of the station
Weeping a deep melody about lying
This...ah...sedation?
I... I watch,
I... I hear,
I see,
I listen but I've only been
Here for a fraction of a second...
(I reckon)

The train is coming
The ground is shaking
Please view me
Please dye my soul
I've no control
The answers? The questions!
The questions that lead to wandering
Pondering the suggestions of answers
Am I invisible?
A spectrum of light unseeable to human eye?
A slave of the soul?
What role?

Reset!

Set!

and go...

I'm suddenly in a train, no woe
Sitting in a warm bench
Snug and no pain
With no clot of revenge
Someone pulled the plug
I feel...disconnected of...??
Memories?
Reflections?
Wonders?
Brrrumm!!
Thunders in all directions
Ripped from above the numb
I've no control
Am I a slave of the soul?
A spectrum of light unseeable to human eye?
Invisible?
The train stops!
and the curtain drops.