i m traveling the world and my world s on its knees and there s blood on my hands from the blue centuries and dear brother of mine left a hole in this soul of mine when the plane licked on the ground hit the sky light went out room for strange thoughts on the move doctors say i m normal with crazy in me came out too hard to john the young in beliefs left the crowd and the lead with a promise hard to keep broadcast down a pill no peak room for strange thoughts on the move hold on tight at a loss with our senses add on second obsessions wick of lazarus fate patiently suffering like a kick in the face of the brave eternity is never late room for strange thoughts on the move