He lives on the rollercoaster, no one knows him, no one knows him

He lives on the rollercoaster, no one knows him, no one knows him

He lives on the rollercoaster, no one knows him, no one knows him

He doesn't speak, but his mouth is open, mouth is open, his mouth is open

And if he spoke, then no one'd notice, no one'd notice, no one'd notice

He's a living ghost, walking into walls, cause he doesn't know where he's supposed to be going

Going, going, crazy going, and every step he takes is a locomotion, locomotion, locomotion

Pulling weight like a train that is overtowing, and he's taking no stops till he's fully broken

He's been going, going, going, going, and he's taking no stops till he's fully broken

He's that low life loser, lonely soul, lonely sulkin, lonely sulkin

Homies hoping, he doesn't lose grip of the home he's holding, homies holding

Hope he doesn't get bucked and start pistol toting, put it up to his skull and just blow it open, blow it open, blow it open

No one notice, the loner's soul lift out his body, he's already a ghost in this empty world of a partial wholeness

He lives on a roller coaster, no one knows him, no one knows him

He doesn't speak, but his mouth is open, mouth is open, his mouth is open

And if he spoke, then no one'd notice, no one'd notice, no one'd notice

He's a living ghost, walking into walls, cause he doesn't know where he's supposed to be going

No one'd notice, no one'd notice