People I met, I met today No on can kill and ever get away The blood it stains, it will never wash away But we're glued to our own ways Get off the bus, get on a plane Trying to find the smart part of my brain But all the parts have become so fucking lame Can't see the sky, it's too cloudy So close to God that I've never felt so ungodly Every step, someone dies It's the old worlds battle cries Where no body knows you Stranger in a room, danger in a glass filled balloon The air is slipping through, the ground is slipping too Everything is slipping off its own course of action I don't know why you're sitting there laughing While the rest of the world is climaxing