Dreaming of Dying

Life is the biggest answer to the smallest question,
The beginning of the start to the end.
And I'm halfway through my empty glass,
I'm sitting on the knee of this trend.

And I ask the train driver if he'd like to stop,
But there is no reply, lets take this to the top.
Wont you consider me, here under the table,
Your knight in dull armour, who got lost in the stable.

Sometimes I think I was born upside down,
With a cord round my throat, and a hint to the nurse.
Don't let me out I might choke on the rancid air,
I went out the front door and got hit by my hearse.

What was my point? What was I saying?
They hand you place where it's not worth staying.
Another rat enters the human race,
I had to drop out due to lack of space.

Life is skulking around every corner,
Lurking in the shadows, my persistent stalker.
I tried to warn them of the danger,
But they couldn't here me, the silent talker.

Why wont they listen? Where are they going?
Why can't I follow Peter? Why is it snowing?
Who put out the fire? How long had it been burning?
Why is the world so high above me? Why has it stopped turning?