R U Content

Run away
Come inside
This ship is filled with strangers
And you're barely alive

Are you a stowaway
In the night
The package is marked for transit
Stamped on the inside

Are you content
Or are you just content
There's no way of knowing
What are we doing

Running late
Never time
Can life be the remainder
Of our addled pride

Whose turn is it
To stand in the light
Everyone owns a story
With a market price

Are you content
Or are you just content
There's no way of knowing
What are we doing

Are you content
Or are you content
There's no way of knowing
What are we doing