Diorama - The Expatriate lyrics

(Send me off to a foreign land Where I'm kept alive to be president) Marooned and shipwrecked In the backrooms for the previleged elite Overwhelmed with pleasantries Winning hearts with some Recycled phrases fogging on my voice Waiting for the dark to come Today it's too late But tomorrow I'll make history Do you hear the bells up in the sky? I know you will wait 'Cause tomorrow I'll make history Just don't ask how Just don't ask why The mistakes are all there Waiting to be made Shall we begin? The mistakes are all there Waiting to be made Review my record There's no challenge, no objective I refuse You get me gift-wrapped anytime Don't be scared to find The expatriate is moving out of sight In a satellite state of mind Today it's too late But tomorrow I'll make history Do you hear the bells up in the sky? I know you will wait 'Cause tomorrow I'll make history Just don't ask how Just don't ask why Today it's too late But tomorrow I'll make history Do you hear the bells up in the sky? I know you will wait 'Cause tomorrow I'll make history Just don't ask how Just don't ask why Just don't ask how Just don't ask why (x3) Just don't ask