The Slow Phaseout

There's nothing I can do to begin to understand 
  I wouldn't dare to get near that quicksand 
  I'm watching your thrills from my home in the hills 
  To me it seems so bland 
  I look down from my mountain, see lives passing by 
  On that four lane deep stir-fry 
  Seeking sainthood,seeing human driftwood, I feel like an alien spy 

  Why do you do the things you do? 
  Why do you do the things you do, you say... 

  There's no single reason, it just happened that way 
  Now my mind is turning into clay 
  All of my days drift by in a daze while I wish myself away 
  The blood on my hands will never fully dry,I mislaid my alibi 
  The grail lost its sheen, now I just feel unclean 
  Decomposing with a sigh 

  Why do you do the things you do? 
  Why do you do the things you do, you say... 
  Withdraw to where I'm free from doubt 
  To simmer in this slow phaseout (Beyond the point of caring) 
  To simmer in this slow phaseout (Awoken from these dreams) 

  There's nothing I can do to begin to understand 
  I wouldn't dare to get near that quicksand 
  I'm watching your thrills from my home in the hills 
  To me it seems so bland 
  Why do you do the things you do? 
  Why do you do the things you do, you say... 
  Withdraw to where I'm free from doubt 
  To simmer in this slow phaseout 
  Why do you do the things you do 
  Withdraw to where I'm free from doubt 
  To simmer in this slow phaseout 
  Why do you do the things you do, you say...