Vanity Fiar

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