The Twisted Life of Tommy Jones, Pt. 2

I'm getting out tonight, on a train Nowhere left to run, in the rain How can I help myself, to be sane Someone help me now, through the pain There was no-one left, I could trust All my chains, slowly, began to rust Wipe away one more layer of the dust There's no-one left in the world, that's just Oh the Twisted Life of Tommy Jones I hopped aboard once more, change of heart I headed towards the end, for a start I've already split myself, far apart I was silenced, then, with a dart