Train of Tears
a bad mans dreams are a good mans fears...on a nightmare tale on a train of tears...
buy the ticket and take the ride through backwoods terror where bad birds fly
some murdered some mangled some on that slow motion suicide...
on that train of tears they all just cry
a boxcar opens and you gladly jump inside...surrounded by ghosts of the past
and ghouls of pride
they never die..like wicked weeds growing their madness just multiplies
they hide in the shadows of sadistic crime scenes
destination to damnation...they scrub their skin raw but those scars,stains,and spirits they never get clean
maniacle and mean they curse their misspent lives...they blame God,the world,the devil for the hate that burns inside...
on a train of tears the only question now is why?
hobos and hellions they wake from their slumber...
the temperature's rising as the train goes under
the dreams of the damned are disturbed and diseased
now the whistle it blows and the conductor he screams:WAKE UP FROM YOUR SLEEP
WAKE UP FROM YOUR SPELL CAUSE THIS TRAINRIDE OF TEARS IS HEADING FOR HELL!!!
you hear a million bells that transform into screams
your heart just stops as demons sing
can't wake up from this dream that has no escape
down on your knees, you pray it's not too late
the riders they laugh cause the song is the same...
this train of tears can't put out the flames
anthony_beesley@yahoo.com
Copyright © Anthony Beesley | Year Posted 2010
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