Well, boy, I saw that face again today
On another stranger's humbled stumbling frame
I had to think to keep my

Helping hands to myself
Every day I hate to be this way


Escape is unfulfilling, but it warms the willing

Time spent wanting, wandering away from here

The time comes when you run out
OF good things to say
I'm overwhelmed by the number of things

To fight for
Don't try to tell me that we're not gonna run out


Escape is unfulfilling, but it warms the willing
What goes on?


With little help from the fearless man in charge
We'll push ourselves back over the fading horizon
The rhythm of this grinding beast keeps me on

It's pain itself that keeps the tears from rising

It's logic versus conscience

I've got to lose myself in something
Hide away, slide away from pulling back
A pulsating bloody stump

Time spent wanting something to improve
Time spent wanting someone to move
That it's time to lose some sense

Time spent wanting something new