The metal grinding and the sound of crushing inward
Empty tin can falling
Screaming crying for their friends and family they never saw them again
Listen to the words of future inanimate objects and consider that they...
But in spite of that you'll crash this whole damn train and everyone will know your name
It despises everyone who can tolerate the outside world
Miserable shut in for life
Don't help it, No more friends
Shield up
Blood thirst runs in this fucked dissociation
Train wreck on purpose
Steel sadness
Station abandoned
Black wood cross
Precious metals in the palm of your hand, scalding patterns into your flesh
Bring the people down through empty corridors to empty endings in the
Slaying all in front of all to see forever over and over again you
Then obscure just as before you're hardly your name
Tear drops drip, stuck in the past