Born in a free-fall Raised with a primal scream Found unconscious Living out a million dreams Paying for a rainbow With the wages of sin And do whatever it is you do To never fall again And I do think maybe it's an act of GodWhen the dark clouds thunder in your own backyard Then the fools will run and the skies will rain Maybe it's better Hollow man with a purpose living on borrowed time No way to cool these brakes looking for the perfect dream To late for pulling off a coup de' etat on the seventh day When you break it down And spread it out We're all going home together to share the blame So wake up and tear it down, pack it up And get off the train