Grounded

This freight train's stopped
Seems there's trouble ahead
But I wish that would trample me
So I could just be dead
Since you've been oh so kind
I wanna leave it all behind

And I wanna burn a hole in the ground
...With my corpse

Clock strikes 5 on the tower
And my patience disappears on the hour
Wishing to be the glass on your tires
A monster ready to devour
All your useless thoughts and actions
In a life devoid of your satisfaction

I just want someone to believe in