Icelandia.

You push me in the geyser
Individualizer
Now my sense of understanding is gone
My sense of where I'm standing is gone
There is no tyranny in the state of confusion
But I don't know what I'm standing on

You open up a window
And I fall in a volcano
Now everything I planned is just gone
Everything I could handle is gone
I fall away from all that is an illusion
But I don't know what I'm landing on

It's gone

What I mean is gone

All gone