​Follow me, to obscurity.

To the centre of nowhere.

Where time has no relevance 

And everyone is always late.
Follow me, to the outer rim

Of the endless plains 

Where chaos is ordered

And anarchy has a uniform.
Follow me, to innocence 

Where sin is a vice of virgins

And morals are debated over 

Whilst sipping iced sweet tea
Follow me, by leading the way

Toward the rear of the queues

For food stamps,where they feed

Managers, who are on hunger strike
Now stand still and tell me,

Do you honestly think 

This world has any hope

Left in the bank?