If you feel that it's real I'm on trialAnd I'm here in your prisonLike a coin in your mintI am dented and I'm spent with high treasonThrough a glass eye your throneIs the one danger zoneTake me to the pilot for controlTake me to the pilot of your soulTake me to the pilotLead me through the chamberTake me to the pilotI am but a strangerTake me to the pilotLead me through the chamberTake me to the pilotI am but a strangerWell I know he's not old And I'm told he's a virginFor he may be sheBut what I'm told is never for certain
