Let me take you to where time stands still
  Everything you say is a wasted line
  You can't get it through to make your point
  Subtracted time, distracted mind
  This isolation makes you feel so alone
  Like driving down an empty road
  One more victim of hate driven crime
  One more portrait on a wall
  A nameless face with a broken smile
  Washed up town that reeks denial
  Another broken home
  Another body in the road
  Someone's crying on the phone
  There's a razor on the floor
  And your wishing you were gone