Here's one of time passed of a flight and a crash, over and again,
  In Boulder and San Francisco, a halfway house pack home
  Back out of his head.
  Out searching, for the escape. for an answer, or a reason that his poison has deleted,
  Anything worth all that's wasted now,
  finds no difference where he's standing 'cause he's standing with a shotgun and a needle.
  Arms reaching and head pounding from the screaming.
  Says: "I don't know what I am doing anymore.
  I raced all night again, I just want it over."
  Heart racing.
  Head pounding from the screaming.
  Heart racing now