| What’s more American than TV static in the dark? |
| Just to spite you, it’s the strangest of habits. |
| I haven’t slept in days, my mind feels crazed, it’s not my life. |
| I know the feeling goin over the brink and we all begin praying when the boat |
| starts to sink. |
| And you’ll scream, «Hold on, you got this all wrong, it’s not my life.» |
| Well, I’m not supposed to die like this, I’m supposed to be somewhere else. |
| At the end of a blade maybe end up in flames, something flashier than myself. |
| When no one rose to pick the souls, but I’m glad with the one I got. |
| Let me off this train or land this plane cause this sure as hell ain’t my stop, |
| this ain’t my stop. |
| Run me out of your town, see I’m the cause of your conflict. |
| And I spit on the paper, sea of damaged the points like if I’m bleeding don’t |
| stop it, it’s more than a prophet, it’s my life. |
| But lately it’s crazy, the sweating, the freezin and I change like the leaves |
| or the decay of the seasons. |
| Put the gun in your pocket, tell the driver to stop it, it’s my life. |
| Well, I’m not supposed to die like this, I’m supposed to be somewhere else. |
| At the end of a blade maybe end up in flames, something flashier than myself. |
| When no one rose to pick the souls, but I’m glad with the one I got. |
| Let me off this train or land this plane cause this sure as hell ain’t my stop, |
| this ain’t my stop. |
| The beginning of life, I guess it’s more than a concept and the handles are |
| stolen so the train hasn’t stopped yet. |
| Had a dream but I lost it, a hole in my pocket, it’s my life. |
| And the windows are broken and the building we live in keeps the rain from our |
| faces but it lets all the ghosts in. |
| Heard a heart that quit beatin and the city kept blinkin, it’s my life. |
| Well, I’m not supposed to die like this, I’m supposed to be somewhere else. |
| At the end of a blade maybe end up in flames, something flashier than myself. |
| When no one rose to pick the souls, but I’m glad with the one I got. |
| Let me off this train or land this plane cause this sure as hell ain’t my stop, |
| this ain’t my stop. |