[Written by Steven Wilson]      Inside the vehicle the cold is extreme   Smoke in my throat kicks me out of my dream   I try to relax but its warmer outside   I fail to connect, it's a tragic divide      This has become a full time career   To die young would take only 21 years   Gun down a school or blow up a car   The media circus will make you a star      Dark matter flowing out on to a tape   Is only as loud as the silence it breaks   Most things decay in a matter of days   The product is sold the memory fades      Crushed like a rose   In the river flow   I am I know