Quarantine

I slip and slide I lose my mind
I keep in time fall out of line
I dreamt I flew, I joined the queue
I fought, I bled, I bowed my head

Where do I belong?

We ache until we take a pill
We drink until it makes us ill

Where do I belong?

So I sit and nurse my drink
In the corner
And I know something is wrong
And the lyric of the song means nothing.

I canít complain
About what I
Canít or wonít change
How can I even explain
If the song is instrumental
And the words are incidental?

The strobes illuminate
Onto an empty stage
Who am I to say?
Who am I anyway?
I know something is wrong
I know I donít belong
I try to sing along
But the lyric of the song means nothing.