Passenger Lyrics - The Politics Of Ecstacy - Nevermore

All passenger prepare the game ritual: 

There once was a man on this train, he was born into this world alone 

Hands never laid on the wheel, content, he will never know more 

He was a quiet man in pain, his tears I fear are closing in again 

What you lose in years you again in perspective 

And the passenger pauses to see his mistakes 

For with nothing to follow he'd lived all his life in vain 

But then, who here among us is without shame? 

His way was divergent and cold, defaced, this mask he must create 

And the circle unfolding still, unscathed, he will turn a blind eye 

He will miss the last train home this day, recycled in the flow reborn again 

The cynic knows the price of everything and the value of nothing 

And the passenger pauses to see his mistakes 

For with nothing to follow he'd let all his will decay 

But then, true wisdom comes in learning pain 

And I have known pain 

And the passenger pauses to see his mistakes 

For with nothing to follow he'd lived all his life in vain 

But then, the lesson unlearned he will begin again:.