She's a pissed off man now Shh, be quiet He is hiding metaphors The impostor Oh I'm sure you're down there I can hear you smiling Its like a train blowing steam He said, "Tired of all you folk" It's getting harder to keep my cool It's getting hard to be around people The crows gather black outside my window The machine gun blows away families, the wind Blows leaves, the big world slowly spins Christmas lights glow on suburban trees Fire burn around junkies in alleyways Pointless never ending fires Flashes of things while drunk Blackouts, death conversations Wiggling on bathroom floors Wishing I was never born He was like a train blowing steam