Terrorvision Follow

When the cold wind blows,
and the sarcasm cuts me again,
A young man's pride is torn up,
by what he calls friends...
And as he gets restless, anger fills him with hate,
Then he grows reckless, but its already too late,
He grabs his surroundings, pulls them towards him,
Looks up to the heavens as he falls from grace,
It's four in the morning, the silence is deafening,
He looks in the mirror and it spits in his face.

C'mon now Jason, it's your life you're wasting,
It's your destination, Bye bye Jason,
C'mon now Jason, you're leaving tomorrow,
Your trains in the station, Bye bye Jason.

Cross my palms with silver,
I'll cross the streets paved with gold,
Just say you never saw nothing,
At least that's what you're told...

C'mon now Jason, it's your life your wasting,
It's your destination, Bye bye Jason,
C'mon now Jason, you're leaving tomorrow,
Your trains in the station, Bye bye Jason.