Mob Rules

In the back of his head
You discover his visions of home
In the dark of his mind
You can see that his dreamscape has grown
So better take care of his fate
Don't let him go and welcome his show
You better believe in his thinking of hope and search
And call him.. The pilot of earth!
Hunger grows stronger
And harvest is down on the ground
Your heart freezes over
The pilot lets nobody down