• One-way ride on the railroad tracks
    Wearing tinted shades that only fade to black when it's
    Already raining, out of doors:
    The words seep in through the ceilings, and
    Hit the floors (Dead to the world)
    Like bullets from the sky (Dead to the world)
    Can't talk in lies (It could kill the world)
    So they stop --
    to spread falsehoods through their eyes

    My moods swing on chains
    That hang from the ceiling
    Hard and heavy,
    to bind what I'm feeling
    If you don't like the feel
    Of what you see --
    Journey back through the cars, and just feel free
    (To step outside)
    Be careful when you jump --

    'Cause you won't enjoy the ride..
    Back to cardboard cutouts
    of pale sunbeams
    And the thread-thin tears
    That they hide in the seams
    Of time.