I keep hearing voices I know aren't real
But I listen in tuning into the A.M.
You try to force it but I'm preoccupied
And it's like ash stinging my eyes
I'm on all fours here
I'm not trying to be clever
I'm praying for faith with white knuckles
Wishing the electrician would **** the handle
Impaled all my dreams
On a white picket fence
Seventy two hours of no sleep
Choke down the pain
Chase it with empathy
And I stagger triumphant
Like a drunken colossus
I grab onto the cracks
Of what's left of my sanity
And pull the wool back over my eyes
I hear the last call of the train
And I'm burning alive