This freight train's stopped   Seems there's trouble ahead   But I wish that would trample me   So I could just be dead   Since you've been oh so kind   I wanna leave it all behind      And I wanna burn a hole in the ground   ...With my corpse      Clock strikes 5 on the tower   And my patience disappears on the hour   Wishing to be the glass on your tires   A monster ready to devour   All your useless thoughts and actions   In a life devoid of your satisfaction      I just want someone to believe in