Following a compass|And one with the stars|Armed with a knife|Prepared to end ourselves||Don't think for yourself|Or in a blink of an eye, you'll be gone|Forget your parents|You'll never see them again||What's on the other side?|Of this imaginary line||We vanish into the night|Cold leaves a mattress|A moving blank canvas|Taking a chance anyhow||For a couple hundred dollars|You'll bring these pigs comfort|As you struggle and mumble|The world disappears||What's on the other side?|Of this imaginary line?