Like I'm looking down a real long hall,
there's your car in the middle of the tracks,
sittin' stalled.
Transition metamorphasizes me.
Something's comin' to be ... inside of me.
I don't know if i'm liken' it much,
I don't know if i need you you ... as my crutch.
... if I'm liken' it much ... will ya be my crutch?
I've got a thing i've gaotta get through.
Maybe it's got something to do with you?
There you sit.
Your car's at a stall.
Engine #9,
is coming down the line.
Just like a tin of a beer can,
you're gonna be crushed ... to a hush.
The human race ... has been put outta place.