King Nine Will Not Return

Yeeeeeaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!

We go back to 1945
In an african desert
A plane has fallen from the sky.

My desperation's growing more intense within each passing moment
The trails with which i am faced are tearing my mind apart.

(where are my men?
I am the only one here and i can't seem to find them
Our plane has crashed
Fire fly can you hear me?
I need to get out of here!

I have been awoken from a dream, cannot tell what's reality
The demons of my past continue to haunt me
This illusion that clouds my mind, consciousness reeling all the time
I hope one day the pain of this will be erased.

Time measures all that's come to pass.

I see my men all together it has to be them
Fata morgana!
Doubling then, i try so hard to walk towards them
They all disappear
Co-pilots grave, i have discovered it to my dismay
What is happening here?
I hope and pray for my departure from this place
A vivid delirium
It just keeps getting worse.

Oh!

The king nine, the king nine
It will not return
The king nine was never seen again
The king nine, the king nine
Madness lunacy
A tragedy and i was never there.

I came to i was lost and shaken up
In that, the wreckage was twisted like my mind
My whole crew lost in sand, i am freaking out
What the fuckin' fuck is fuckin' goin' on?

I have been awoken from a dream, cannot tell what's reality
Piecing together my memories lapse
This illusion that clouds my mind, consciousness reeling all the time
Can i deny myself the truth in all of this?