A Prologue of Sorts / Lost Cosmonaut

I see you walking on eggshells and cutting your feet
Given a weight on your shoulders before you compete
The game was called as a tie and nobody kept score
And now you're getting answers from scribble on the bathroom stall

When you're stricken by cancer
Who will you call?
Who will you call?
When he steps in the room you'll know you've been called
(Know you've been called back home this time)

Black rabbit of death
Whispers your name, the wind his breath
So long your eyes have been glued shut
And now he's standing in the flesh
Who will you call?
Who will you call?

I lived without invisible men
I lived to spite enlightened men
I buried my head in the sand
And woke up in the belly of a whale

Lost cosmonaut
Floating around
Best seat in the house
Lost cosmonaut
So lonely now
When will you come down?

(Three two one zero)