Staring up at stars    From the back seat of a stationwagon    Carving the night    Trees keep marching by    Light poles blur into a stream    Blazing laser beams       All...    These...    Stars....       My thoughts are trivial pursuits    My heart's a bomb that's been defused    What now?       There's no more use for me    I'm wasting energy    Muscles are weaklings    Thoughts just defeat me    Numbness is effortless    I could get used to this       Driving through Vermont    Overwhelmed by the insignificance    My conscience was my crutch    For a heightened existence    This other wordliness       These...    Schoolboy...    Lies....       I've been deprived reality    Brought up by holy ghosts and saints    What now?       I'm the delinquent here    I'm the contagious one    This heart is hopeless    I feel the numbness    All Hail The Atheist    I could get used to this    I could get used to this    I could get used to this    I could get used to this