Pulling the trigger had us delivered into an outer space
All this time it has been rats in a race
Around every corner is another disgrace
What good can come from the damage that is done to this place
A little bit shaken up
Losing touch has stricken to the core
Feeling sort of empty
The time spent seems so wasted
This is the aftermath of it all
Is this really the end
I can't quite comprehend what dragged me far from near
Why must I feel so sober now nothing lies around the corner
Untouched with nothing left to solve I've never felt much colder
A little bit shaken up
Losing touch has stricken to the core
Feeling sort of empty
The time spent seems so wasted
This is the aftermath of it all
Hitting rewind things never appeared so clear
As things playback my mind rotates and I disappear
Leaving behind so many renegades that make up this past
Left me to wonder what made it all last
Entered a passage that opened up from the floor
Spinning repeatedly the aftermath of it all
With no place left to be I head for Orange County