What A Waste It Is To Lose One’s Mind

This train of thought’s running right on time.
What a waste it is to lose one’s mind.
Sense is lagging further and further behind
Cuz this train of thought’s running right on time.
Your lies burn in my veins like turpentine.
My eyes- previewing justice- got me drivin’ blind
Still this train of thought is running right on time.
What a waste it is to lose one’s mind.