Staring up at stars 

From the back seat of a stationwagon 

Carving the night 

Trees keep marching by 

Light poles blur into a stream 

Blazing laser beams 



All... 

These... 

Stars.... 



My thoughts are trivial pursuits 

My heart's a bomb that's been defused 

What now? 



There's no more use for me 

I'm wasting energy 

Muscles are weaklings 

Thoughts just defeat me 

Numbness is effortless 

I could get used to this 



Driving through Vermont 

Overwhelmed by the insignificance 

My conscience was my crutch 

For a heightened existence 

This other wordliness 



These... 

Schoolboy... 

Lies.... 



I've been deprived reality 

Brought up by holy ghosts and saints 

What now? 



I'm the delinquent here 

I'm the contagious one 

This heart is hopeless 

I feel the numbness 

All Hail The Atheist 

I could get used to this 

I could get used to this 

I could get used to this 

I could get used to this