Nobody Goes to Boseman, MT to Be Alive

Mind gone, sputtered out Constant with unease Wander like a tourist Plant a forest, cut down trees Open up on clear skies Down to highways hit the ground I'll be gone when morning comes You'll never find me now Broken radio Go ahead! Turn up the noise My ears are numb from silence I'll make symphonies with my ploys Far beyond the bright lights Far from any nameless town I set the plan in motion and You'll never find me now Packages, postage stamps, chemical reactions that Make it clear, all shall be boarded up redacted and Severed off, when it starts, I hope it's a reminder that No police, authorities, will ever find me now Never find me now Never find me now When the smoke clears And the ground is dried and grey No one will notice the missing pieces I've taken and put away