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Sep 2011
I lay your head down on the train tracks
Tell you to stay calm and don’t freight too much
Your hero will come and save you at the very last second
And you’ll walk arm and arm off into the sunset
While I’m getting arrested for the atrocities
That I held in my mind

I'll taunt you with words of destruction while you cry

Then you'll laugh that I'll never get away with this

And at the last second
Right before the train comes barreling down
Over your soon to be lifeless body
And before your hero has the chance to swoop down
And save you from complete annihilation
I’ll pull out your hero's severed head from behind my back
Hold it up high and laugh maniacally
As what just happened settles in too late for you to move
And the train rides down along the track
Covered in blood, flesh, and bone
Brandon
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