Walking Home - The Lonely Biscuits

I’m walking home with my feet on the ground

Least that’s what it seems maybe I’m upside down

'cause the planet is round and we’re lost in a sea

With infinite planets and people all walking like me

And we all feel like we are the one

Our plan is the target, our mind is the gun

And we shine like the sun when we shoot down a dream

But with infinite people and bullets, well what does it mean?