Out of the night all valves open too steam
faster than hell in a miscreant's dream
the skulls and the bones fly from the wheels
demons laughing as tortured souls, no appeals
Too much to deal with, too much to ingest
ripping the seams under mental duress
holding it back by a minor degree
about too explode so everyone sees
Walking to work or a pint at the pub
no one knows I'm a member, the Crazy train club
my eyes are too wide and open too far
bending my will behind iron bars
Don't dare to accost me or inquiry why
I'm living this way till the day that I die
riding the rails as a pitiful soul
Crazy, it's true, my mind
as the
coal
Nov 28, 2018
Nov 28, 2018 at 9:21 AM UTC
Out of the night all valves open too steam
faster than hell in a miscreant's dream
the skulls and the bones fly from the wheels
demons laughing as tortured souls, no appeals
Too much to deal with, too much to ingest
ripping the seams under mental duress
holding it back by a minor degree
about too explode so everyone sees
Walking to work or a pint at the pub
no one knows I'm a member, the Crazy train club
my eyes are too wide and open too far
bending my will behind iron bars
Don't dare to accost me or inquiry why
I'm living this way till the day that I die
riding the rails as a pitiful soul
Crazy, it's true, my mind
as the
coal
"Button your lip. Don't let the shield slip.
Take a fresh grip on your bullet proof mask."
Pink Floyd
:'D
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