As sharp as I might feel
my best judgement got me here.
It's not even death I fear,
but who
when I do
will be here?
Am I M.I.A.?
Am I M.I.A.?
How long have I been this way?
Am I still M.I.A.?
I've rambled
and scrambled,
for to flee my pain inside.
I'm lookin' forward to
the End; Ascension, too.
No one ever said The Ride
would get this wild.
Am I M.I.A.?
Am I M.I.A.?
How long have I been away?
Am I still M.I.A.?
