"What is it that you fear in your passing?
Maybe death but it's more so in the crashing..
Do I feel everything as it's flashing?
Do I care? Does it hurt? Yeah, I'm asking.
'Cause I don't have a clue how to feel,
Why do all of these dreams seem so real?
Would it change if I just took the wheel?
I watch all four tires squeal.

Stuck in a nightmare;
Scared by where my eyes stare.
No-clipping through my car door,
My body will just lie there..."