like a turtle on it's back
  like a blind man walking the streets of new york
  like a fire in a glass
  my heart is wrapped up in a cellophane bag
    i seperate the memories
  i think of the things that i've done wrong
  i throw them away to conceal the pain
  it was one long night i've been beat down
    trapped so deep i can't even breath
  i scream an unanswered call
  it's six forty-two in the a.m.
    when the brustle meets the rush
  as the blind man walks the streets of new york
  as the fire turns to smoke
  the lack of oxygen causes me to choke
    i bet you can't live life like that
    Thanks to bobby mack (punk6944@hotmail.com) for these lyrics