Don't know if I am on the train or if I'm getting hit
I follow the path each time but lose the trail 'cause it's dimly lit
I pay my tab each day costing more everytime
They're coming thick and slow wherever I go they're coming with
Flies
They can seek straight when they dive
Lines
Can fly far when you're on time
Take one wrong step you're out the door not needed anymore
The blood is cold the milk is old and I don't want a bowl
I tear the hole each week I stitch it up everytime
Don't matter how many times 'cause it always feels like I'm wasting nine
Flies
They can seek straight when they dive
Lines
Can fly far when you're on time