Am I stranger here? Came to so drained in a place of decline That had seemed like it'd lost all control If there's a system that provides bigger wisdom I'm asking, I'm wanting to know Some on a ledge with some thoughts over gravity And adequate means to end all Some on the edge with the lines from a proselytizer That shrouds them walls Slow sedation poured into our veins God or pure grain Somehow we are all the same Fighting a feeling that everything's poised To go black at the flick of a switch Fighting the feeling this structure is weakening Breaking off stitch by stitch Am I stranger here?