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