I told myself to go Lie about everything you know I only drive crashed cars The opiate to disaster and dying stars Whats else did we not leave behind We need room for what we might find Faster than the speed of light Count down commission hold on tight Railways bus stations airport taxi stands 1 2 3 throw your morals in a garbage can With money in one hand And scissors in the other I'll probably end up back here tomorrow Go find me your self I'm my own coup de grace I will be wishing you well I am your stomach turned into knots