There's a slow comin' train
drivin' in an ashes-built puzzle,
tryin' to escape from the muzzle
and the 'lectric whips of pain.
Ride fast, mad train!
Bend the shadows,
dodge the pain,
take those arrows
and fold their souls.
Give them maim,
give them strain,
give the same piercin' pain;
then catch a star
and run sky high
out these narrows;
make your way to the true red stroll...
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On June 25 2011
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