Coming Down

I'm searching for the future,
I'm searching for a past,
I run as fast as I can run,
but I'm always coming last.
I'm sucking up the acid,
I live upon bought time.
I'm searching for a grain of truth,
but there's nothing left to find.
I'm wandering the wasteland,
a lone wolf on the prowl
There is no good inside me
Not never not now.
I'm cutting all the corners,
I'm turning back the clocks,
I'm burning out the break pads
So there's no way left to stop.
I'm a heart attack victim
in the making, though I’m young.
I'm slowly picking up my speed
like a lame man on the run.
Don't talk to me about yourself,
Don't talk to me at all
I'm making up my own mind
Even if I have to crawl.
I'm climbing up the lampposts,
riding on back beats,
flying round the planets
and falling off my feet.
I'm running out of patients
and I'm running out of lies.
Reflections of reality are swimming in my eyes.
and if reality would shake shake shake my shaking hand
Then my dreaming falls to pieces and my body turns to sand.