Last night I had a dream
That I was a stripe
Running up your arm
Killing you at work

It's the speed of what's to come
It's the speed of what's to come
It's running up your spine and you won't let it go

Well I had a thought
That I was a vein
Running up your leg
Infecting your heart

It's the speed of what's to come
It's the speed of what's to come

Well it tears me apart
Well it tears me in two

Oh to wash my skin
Oh to wash my skin
Oh to wash my skin

Free from my day
Falling off my
Sink into the ground
Sink into the ground
Falling of my
Sink into the ground
Sink into the ground
Sink into the ground