If you claim about being yourself
But they ask you to play someone else
If you don't hear when they call your name
And you've got no reasons to explain
All your neighbors remain crystallized
Troops Three himself is mesmerized
He spreads those same words far and wide
Always seven hundred and fifty-two

The magic dust walks through the ducts
And then it fuses in the air
You think it's good and suck it up
I just can say this is not fair
They make you sleep at nine o'clock
'Cause wings don't flap in ocean depths
And now you're in an endless hole
I mean, in seven hundred and fifty-two

They sound like drizzle on the face
But arrows are shot from the inside out
I beg you, please, let go of this place
Don't hold yourself to the comfort of the possible

When the sun goes down you will be called
In salute position you must stay
To suck in the night mist and forget
All the plans you had for the next day
Do you still believe in fairy tales?
Or do you keep biting all your nails?
Doesn't matter actually what you think
'Cause it's seven hundred and fifty-two

How d'you find a cure for your blindness
When you need your eyes to find it?
You even let them write your vows
Because tickling yourself ain't funny at all
It's time for solitaire, not solitude
Don't be naive, it ain't real food
The wall that saves you also holds yah
It's seven hundred and fifty-two

They sound like drizzle on the face
But arrows are shot from the inside out
I beg you, please, let go of this place
Don't hold yourself to the comfort of the possible