The night train, half past 12. A journey alone, Away from the mediocrity. To think that I would fear them, To think that I would let them take me, And make me a slave; To burn me with their routines. ******* monkeys.
This is my venture. This is my meaning, My life, my purpose, My death, if it must be; And they shall not have it. For I do not bear what it is they seek, What it is they feed on; Fear.
Swarms of blood thirsty corpses, Not dead nor alive. And I with my pound of flesh stand my ground. Come and get me, you *******.