Golf Weapons - You Decide Lyrics

Waiting, full of apprehension
Should I go inside?
The comfort that I long to have
It traps me there sometimes
Eager for transmission
Eager to be free
If there is nothing I can give
Then I cannot flee

When I am most inside I feel I am myself
Sensation building up, soon I am overwhelmed
The room is now a universe, and I am all alone
Sitting in a park at night, eating a Toblerone

Look into the fiction-telepathic attributes
Look onto the world and hear it calling out to you
Look inside yourself with all its Mystery Steam
Looking all around

You decide what it should mean