Staring up at stars
  From the back seat of a stationwagon
  Carving the night
  Trees keep marching by
  Light poles blur into a stream
  Blazing laser beams
    All...
  These...
  Stars....
    My thoughts are trivial pursuits
  My heart's a bomb that's been defused
  What now?
    There's no more use for me
  I'm wasting energy
  Muscles are weaklings
  Thoughts just defeat me
  Numbness is effortless
  I could get used to this
    Driving through Vermont
  Overwhelmed by the insignificance
  My conscience was my crutch
  For a heightened existence
  This other wordliness
    These...
  Schoolboy...
  Lies....
    I've been deprived reality
  Brought up by holy ghosts and saints
  What now?
    I'm the delinquent here
  I'm the contagious one
  This heart is hopeless
  I feel the numbness
  All Hail The Atheist
  I could get used to this
  I could get used to this
  I could get used to this
  I could get used to this