The first time that I had that dream,
I seized up in my bed,
The sky a blue-magnesian glow,
And the ruins of my home,
And the silhouettes of cities that we used to know,
Swallowed whole,
But then I guess
They were always going to go.
It was December when you first killed a man,
Your finger on the trigger,
And you being you
For the first time I remember.
But sometimes it's better
To tell white lies than be a stranger,
But it's you that you're running from,
The last one leading straight to the first one.
Remember when we stole that car
And drove it in cold blood?
And we watched that fucker burn out there
Just to see if we could.
And I know that you were scared,
When the night wrapped its arms around your neck.
And that's why when you wake up
With both hands stretching out to God,
It's not you who you pray for,
But the kids sneaking out at night.
Sometimes it's better
To tell white lies than be a stranger,
But it's you that you're running from,
The last one leading straight to the first one.