Stranger - Black Map

Came to so drained in a place of decline

That had seemed like it’d lost all control

If there’s a system that provides bigger wisdom

I’m asking, I’m wanting to know

Some on a ledge with some thoughts over gravity

And adequate means to end all

Some on the edge with the lines from a proselytizer

That shrouds them walls

Slow sedation poured into our veins

God or pure grain

Somehow we are all the same

Fighting a feeling that everything’s poised

To go black at the flick of a switch

Fighting the feeling this structure is weakening

Breaking off stitch by stitch

Am I stranger here?