Inside the vehicle the cold is extreme 
Smoke in my throat kicks me out of my dream 
I try to relax but it's warmer outside 
I fail to connect, it's a tragic divide

This has [bad word] a full time career
To die young would take only 21 years 
Gun down a school or blow up a car 
The media circus will make you a star

Dark matter flowing out on to a tape 
Is only as loud as the silence it breaks 
Most things decay in a matter of days 
The product is sold the memory fades
 [bad word] like a rose 
In the river flow 
I am I know