Cry, "Stake The Wheel" (Speeding's Fine)

Well I guess that I'm beginning to accept that I'm slipping and it's wet
Yeah, I just feel like a plastic bag holding warm breath
Sliding beneath spinning tires untold
Sprouting wrinkles and wishing I was born ice cold
 
And now I'm not drifting through the world I eye, no, not so much, lyin'
On a fine line and high between location and time
Above it all but like the highway I go my way divided
I'm stretched thin between walls and white lights, and run down every night
 
Life made bright by all I've been shown
Dying inside from all that I know
 
And Man, I just want to be closer to we're the light is coming from
 
Somewhere down the line every detail is defined
And whether you play it safe or make haste you won't make it out alive
 
That's why I'm denying service on burning roadsides in a time of great crisis with the hounds of hell howling behind me
Light shining, flames dying, there's sirens crying and I'm trying to burn gas, not ignite it
 
See, church is over, the horizon  
But I'm not sober and I'm falling asleep, so who's driving?
Because this road is winding and the devil is trying to get inside me
Every sign except the one in the sky screams "Brake!"
 
But God, I'm blind and all's silent
 
I know I shouldn't swear so I admit
I would die before my curiosity gave way to my caution
That being said it's not often that I find
That I'm becoming louder than the violence so I'm waking up facing the sky on the highway to hell
 
Dissected and resurrected with less time than I need to be comfortable in one long silent night
Let alone three, the snakes and leaves are whispering and every thought I have is louder than the breath between my teeth
 
So anywhere the wind blows is a long song singing me home
What can I say, I'm out of my mind and there's nowhere else to go
 
I guess I thought I was looking for a high road
 
And I might fancy myself aimless but maybe I'm just racing down the turnpike of life, and I'm not driving by sight, finding I have only one road, the low, with no access to all those paths towards the glory passing by me, facing backwards on the right-hand side
 
It's like I'm only alive to be racing towards the light
 
So into that good night, revving these phantom legs
The chances of resting heavily lean in the favor of never, and maybe
That's the wrong approach, if I find common roads
Then the traffic will drastically rise, you see I'm accident prone
 
No, know that no one knows how many stones must be cobbled to walk on new horizons
But we hope it sums up to zero, won't lead us to mirrors, look like we do, or be evil, so we'll probably come to the conclusion, hindwise, that paradise is possibly just what's up turned upside down...
 
Because that makes sense
And someone has to pay for this
 
So here we start to fall
With pedals pressed to the metal towards heaven, seven gears in and in search of eleven
Hell opens up and we're still in the first second
As a matter of fact, our backs are now against the wall we knew was closer than was the end of it all
But that time is there and the moment is gone and now falling seems a lot more like fallen
 
The bottom line just isn't disputable, I get it, Forever's new to you
 
Sitting at the starting line, backsliding in inches, concrete singing for friction, motors running but idle, stone feet cold and itching, and the downward spiral becomes tidal so fittingly
 
Funny how quickly we get swept off our feet when water falls and won't stop coming
So the rats that were leading the pack will be the first down the drain and weighing a ton
 
And when that race has been run and is done I'll be the first one to admit that that's me in the photo finish picture, missing three wheels, tailspun and gunning it in reverse
Trading top gears for helmets, swapping paint with a Hearse
 
Just to be able stand where I can and speak truth
And I'll be number two to tell you to calmly walk on water
 
You see, this is not a drill  
That's our lighthouse yonder
 
And I hate to be boring you to death