What goes up must come down - who you gonna worship now?

 

Here am I, going nowhere on a train

 

He's a man without a mission, but he sticks to his guns

 

I'm burning I'm a summer dream, I'm a real light beam

 

All you want to do is use me

See the beauty in the blood that drips down from my eyes - hold the parts that were ripped out that had took me by surprise.

 

'Cause I've been born in the orange with the king of California