The Train

Clickety Clack

Clankety clank

The well beaten track

Onward the train beats

Onward still onward

The smell of sweaty bodies

Pressed up against each other

Crushed space, loud music

Onward the train beats

Onward still onward

Always pushing fuel

Into the tank

More fuel, more, more

Faster, faster, faster

Onward still onward

What is the destination

We do not know

Why are we going

No one knows

Onward still onward

Something driving inside

The emptiness, the lonliness

Pushing to go better, faster

More efficient, more economical

Clankety, clank, clank, clank

Faster, faster, faster

More, more, more

It has to get better than this

Pushing, pressing, trying

Clackety, clack, clack

Suddenly CRASH

Train cars rolling

Bodies crushed

Pain, screaming, terror

Lost souls, lost, so lost

We stand by and watch

We do not care

We allow the ruin

As if enjoying the pain

Approving the destruction

Our hears disattached

Watching the hurt

Nonchalantly looking away

Joining our own train

Onward still onward