Bodies at the station feet are on the ledge
Prepare to take the journey as they drift beyond the edge
One more solemn city one more cigarette
The life you live is filled with regret
Heads all full of whiskey feel I'm home at last
The present seems to slip away and the future soon is past
Wayfarers on an endless sky
I think of where I'm going and I feel the need to cry
Drift on from shelter
Rocks all helter skelter
One straight through the head and
Within an instant I was dead
Floating through this belt
The nothingness that I felt
Nestled by the crater
Is this my living hell