It's Not The Pain I'm Used To It

I'ts Feeling Like I'm Already Dead

I See From The Ceiling A Misty Spirit

Rising From A Place In My Head



And I Never Even Get To Go Down

Down In Flames



I Said Friend You Have A Life To See

Why Do You Scare Me So?

All The Suffering's A Mystery To Me

I Can't Even Pretend To Know



So You'll Never Even Get To Go Down

Down In Flames



We Had Plans To Explore The Stars

Be Rejected By Stage Door Guards

Mining For Gold As The Time Unreels

Not Stifling Behind Suburban Wheels

Not Stifling Behind Suburban Wheels



The Plan Was Too Burn Up When The Air Was Clear

We'd All Wear Our Visors Down

An Arcwelder Spark In The Atmosphere

Not This Man-sized Hole In The Ground



Now Your Father's Face Is Frozen Between Anger And Tears

Your Mother's Hair's Amazingly Gray

And I'm Seeing These Friends For The First Time In Years

It's Icicle Reunion Day



And You Never Even Got To Go Down

Down In Flames

You Never Even Got To Go Down

Down In Flames.