Let me take you to where time stands still   Everything you say is a wasted line   You can't get it through to make your point   Subtracted time, distracted mind   This isolation makes you feel so alone   Like driving down an empty road   One more victim of hate driven crime   One more portrait on a wall   A nameless face with a broken smile   Washed up town that reeks denial   Another broken home   Another body in the road   Someone's crying on the phone   There's a razor on the floor   And your wishing you were gone