I've been quarantined by
the fashion police
They got me on my knees like a
Catholic priest
Im being frisked for boxers or
briefs
I can't believe that it's come
down to this
When your life it turns from a
promise to a threat
And all your future dreams fall
to regrets
When all the screams you hear in
your head
Keep you safely a prisoner in bed
Boom Boom Boom goes the trolley
Right off of the rails and
headed towards martydom
Dont know when all this started
but i know that tonight
We could finish this fight
Boom Boom Boom Goest the
trolley
Off of the tracks and ending
this party
Feel so broken and dearly departed
Ill miss every one of you