when the cold wind blows

and the sarcasm cuts me again

a young man's pride is torn up

by what he calls friends

and as he gets restless anger fills him with hate

then he grows reckless but its already too late

he grabs his surroundings pulls them towards him

looks up to the heavens as he falls from grace

it's four in the morning the silence is deafening

he looks in the mirror and it spits in his face



c'mon now jason it's your life you're wasting

it's your destination bye bye jason

c'mon now jason you're leaving tomorrow

your trains in the station bye bye jason



cross my palms with silver

i'll cross the streets paved with gold

just say you never saw nothing

at least that's what you're told



c'mon now jason it's your life your wasting

it's your destination bye bye jason

c'mon now jason you're leaving tomorrow

your trains in the station bye bye jason


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