Glowing orange tombstones litter a concrete graveyard. This highway is home to emptiness and breakdowns of both mind and machine. The blinding glare of the sunrise can be seen through rear view mirrors and squinted eyes. Shrines to lives lost long ago are scattered along the roadside at random. Living is merely being seconds away from death. You can drive forever, but never far enough to escape eternity.

Static sounds of home coming through the telephone
You are background noise to this empty room
I can hear your voice but it doesn't make you any closer
I don't think you could get much farther
All that's left connecting us is these phone lines
And I have a constant fear of cutting out
Someday the wires will fray, fall down
Maybe then you'll come home

Distant sounds drift in with the breeze
Faint recollections of opening a window surface
Voices float on streams of consciousness
In one ear and out the other
High frequency waves of vibrations shatter the silence
Body at rest, mind restless

Trampling green grasses under bare feet
Paths once crossed have since disappeared
Over barbed wire fences and across murky streams
The sun glares through cracks in the canopy
Time has yet to take hold in the wilderness
Humans have not brought destruction here

The low hum of the static surrounds me
I am drowning in sound
The waves penetrate my soul
Filling in every empty crack
And shutting down the outside world
Dimensions away, I fly on through the night
I am lost in time and I don't want you to find me

I wish you could see me now
A beautiful mess of red
Lying on the bathroom floor
The girl you wanted back is here
(Maybe even to stay)
So where are you
Come back and clean up this mess you made

Star gazing from the backseat of a car
Watching the sky melt onto the rolling hills
Darkness enveloping the world around
Save for the sudden flashes of light in the distance
Music lifting my soul to a higher realm
I am a peaceful person