Letra de Vermont
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 beamsAll... 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 thisDriving through Vermont Overwhelmed by the insignificance My conscience was my crutch For a heightened existence This other wordlinessThese... 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