Walking Home

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 planet's 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?