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*Sitting in the cold metal bench Shivering, I wait for the train I watch people come, then blench I hear some guy calling Jane I see a face, a lost young face, crying I listen to a mystical men playing violin In the dark left corner of the station Weeping a deep melody about lying This...ah...sedation? I... I watch, I... I hear, I see, I listen but I've only been Here for a fraction of a second... (I reckon) The train is coming The ground is shaking Please view me Please dye my soul I've no control The answers? The questions! The questions that lead to wandering Pondering the suggestions of answers Am I invisible? A spectrum of light unseeable to human eye? A slave of the soul? What role? Reset! Set! and go... I'm suddenly in a train, no woe Sitting in a warm bench Snug and no pain With no clot of revenge Someone pulled the plug I feel...disconnected of...?? Memories? Reflections? Wonders? Brrrumm!! Thunders in all directions Ripped from above the numb I've no control Am I a slave of the soul? A spectrum of light unseeable to human eye? Invisible? The train stops! and the curtain drops.*
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Apr 12, 2012
Apr 12, 2012 at 2:11 PM UTC
The Train
*Sitting in the cold metal bench Shivering, I wait for the train I watch people come, then blench I hear some guy calling Jane I see a face, a lost young face, crying I listen to a mystical men playing violin In the dark left corner of the station Weeping a deep melody about lying This...ah...sedation? I... I watch, I... I hear, I see, I listen but I've only been Here for a fraction of a second... (I reckon) The train is coming The ground is shaking Please view me Please dye my soul I've no control The answers? The questions! The questions that lead to wandering Pondering the suggestions of answers Am I invisible? A spectrum of light unseeable to human eye? A slave of the soul? What role? Reset! Set! and go... I'm suddenly in a train, no woe Sitting in a warm bench Snug and no pain With no clot of revenge Someone pulled the plug I feel...disconnected of...?? Memories? Reflections? Wonders? Brrrumm!! Thunders in all directions Ripped from above the numb I've no control Am I a slave of the soul? A spectrum of light unseeable to human eye? Invisible? The train stops! and the curtain drops.*
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Apr 12, 2012
Apr 12, 2012 at 2:11 PM UTC
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