Sometimes I curse that I was born a cripple to the sky I'm under bound by my two feet I walk the road paved by our evolution grinding my illusions this earth is not for me But in my mind's eye, a vision of ourselves in our cradle of dust and stone I nurse a single dream, a memory one I can't remember and I am not alone I wake from my suspended animation deprived of my creation just like a drone But in my mind's eye, a vision of ourselves as the blind leads the fallen Sometimes I curse that I was born a cripple to the sky I'm under forged to inprison me Somewhere in time I'll wreck these chains around me even those inside me blasting my way free But in my mind's eye, a vision of ourselves as we leave this time and place behind