Where do I go?

Freeze-dried in the moonshine

Neptune prepares to fly

Wrapped up in the food-chained

Absorbed into her beams of light

Unchained youre the victims tool

Pushed out and homeless

Neptune slipped off his turtle last night

And waking up is the hardest jewel

U can swallow with pride

Saturn has chosen

For the season

Youre the victims tool

Wrapped in the food-chained

Oh well this is life

You gambled a way out

Now move to the back of the line

You now the stories go

It turns black into white

Rolled up in the food-chained

Please give me a sign

Oh the count down

For the change

This could happen to you

Just dont eat my advice

Freeze-dried now you are empty

Wrapped up in the food-chain

Prepare for the journey