Never stop the car on a drive in the darkNever look for the truth in your mother's eyesNever trust the sound of rain upon a riverRushing through your earsArriving somewhere but not hereDid you imagine the final sound as a gun?Or the smashing windscreen of a car?Did you ever imagine the last thing you'd hear as you're fading out was a song?All my designs, simplifiedAnd all of my plans, compromisedAll of my dreams, sacrificedEver had the feeling you've been here before?Drinking down the poison the way you were taughtEvery thought from here on in your life beginsAnd all you knew was wrong?Did you see the red mist block your path?Did the scissors cut a way to your heart?Did you feel the envy for the sons of mothers tearing you apart? PORCUPINE TREE