Isn't It Strange?

Navigate the map Distinguish a poorly-written script Am I the city center or am I an island? Isn't it strange? (Isn't it strange?) Am I all alone?

The doctor is running a few minutes late No drip to compensate Paper blanket pulled out straight No room for debate

Nothing echoes within the corners A door frame contrasts the space Always distracted, these ghosts took my name They stole my faith, all in vain

All in vain

Invisible waves through me Intrusion entirely slowed down like January Take a form pathetically

Isn't it strange? Isn't it strange?

The doctor is running a few minutes late No drip to compensate Paper blanket pulled out straight No room for debate