Planes and trains they cut me off Trying hard to find my home Every turn the next mistake Every day a different shade Every heart has a pulse That don't mean much to me Just like the good book says All of us will fade away Escape the morbid thought Always ready for the fall Thinning blood My skin will crawl Descending to the dark Where thoughts don't make a sound Temporary workarounds Count down to the restart Permanence is not for us Falling from grace Going nowhere World passes by Numb to the taste