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i see saturday sinners at sunday mornin’ confessionals
but winners are monday mornin’ professionals
...hustlin’ worn hugs and token laughs
layin’ in puddles of warm blood and broken glass
..hell has risen.. welcome to the machinery
television will help improve on the scenery
mesmerizin’ the heathens who heed the change
and desensitizin’ the demons in need of chains
no hope.. fightin’ your trouble will lead to great pain
..and that light in your tunnel is just a freight train
...but worse is the feelin’ that nothin’ rests
and since birth, it was sealed up in somethin’ less
lost souls.. opened a fifth and swallowed a third
lost hold, chokin’ amidst the hollowest words
we’re homeless and offered lies, lost and forgotten
..broken and tossed aside, coffined and rotten
and you’ll fight through the end of your struggle
but that light at the end of your tunnel
is just a freight train comin’ your way
..just a freight train comin’ your way
somewhere someone’s missin’, we’re livin’ with drug addiction
..unforgiven, we’re livid, and love affliction
...no escape, just this bottle of pills
knowin’ no one makes it, but you swallow it still
cry for you inside.. crucified on a cross
tried, but you’d decide when suicide is a loss
..couldn’t stop, conquered shame with the same lies
i forgot you accomplish same when the pain dies
..apocalypse hopeless as open consciousness
known accomplices, chokin’ on broken promises
enter psy: with no feelin’s and no regrets
isn’t genocide if you’d kill ‘em, but no one’s left
i, know what you’re goin’ through, i just don’t give a fuck
just, go with the flow if you dyin’ to live it up
‘cause, no hand outs, no hopin’ for charity
..won’t stand out, no moment of clarity
and you’ll fight through the end of your struggle
but that light at the end of your tunnel
is just a freight train comin’ your way
..just a freight train comin’ your way
heart’s a tickin’ time-bomb.. nothin’ left to lose
part of it says “i’m wrong and fuck it, press the fuse”
...play with death, but never address the rules
it’s a game of chess, and few ever had bested ghouls
hopin’ you’d.. collapse at first sign of a struggle
now you’re trapped, and can’t climb out the rubble
tale from the crypt, watch it weave and entangle
inner demons strangled by these heathens and angels
nails in my wrists, and i bleed from the ankles
sinners seem disabled by their grievances, mangled
..holocaust.. thesis, keep it the same
..all is lost as jesus ceded to blame
day lucifer died’s, the ultimate sacrifice
you should’ve tried, you could’ve for half the price
nah.. i never regretted conductin’ trains
‘cause i’m forever indebted to someone’s pain
and you’ll fight through the end of your struggle
but that light at the end of your tunnel
is just a freight train comin’ your way
..just a freight train comin’ your way
Copyright © 2006 Psykosus, The Soulless Survivalist
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