I just stamped my ticket to the Hindenburg, baby
I'm ready to go down in flames
I just jumped off the plane without a parachute, so
Well I guess I've gone insane
Or maybe I realize that there is no such thing as solid ground
Maybe I realize that I must get lost if I wanna get found
Ten years down and I've turned it all around
Since the day I found my way
Ten years down and still making sounds
I will always defy your hate
Or maybe I realize that there is no such thing as solid ground
Maybe I realize that I must get lost if I wanna get found
Enter the wilderness, no turning back
If I break all my bones I will shove them back
Into place, I must win this race
Get out of my face, I'm done with this place
I said I'm done with this place
Now who's coming with me?
Said that I realize there is no such thing as solid ground
And I realize that we must get lost if we wanna get found
