R U Content

Run away, come inside

This ship is filled with strangers, and you're barely alive

Are you a stowaway in the night?

The package is marked for transit

Stamped on the inside

Are you content?

Or are you just content?

There's no way of knowing

What are we doing?

Running late, never time

Can life be the remainder of our addled pride?

Whose turn is it to stand in the light?

Everyone owns a story with a market price

Are you content?

Or are you just content?

There's no way of knowing

What are we doing?

Are you content?

Or are you content?

There's no way of knowing

What are we doing?