I stumble down this track, back to the past, face to the future.
I bleed these cold steel lines and your help's just a waste of a suture.
Fluid pouring out my veins at the pace of a moocher, I've borrowed time now I chase the wind.
Vowing that every step I've taken... I will never take again.
See I could fake a grin.... but that's the me I've left behind.
We've lost ourselves on this path to nowhere, now there's nothing left to find.
Yes we're blind, Yes we're stupid...no we don't know what's in store.
So I'm still moving with no purpose, asking what you're rushing for.
Sometimes life's a fucking whore, other times she's got the brain.
This life is known to be a trip... I say fuck it ...hop the train.
Me? I'm still walking ... unsure of where the junction is.
Unsure of what my reason for even getting up to function is.
2 short steps from punching kids... but that would be regressing.
Not the way of moving on to which I've been proffessing.
It's a basic term that we hate to learn... we call it ''progressing.''
I say my burden is a blessing, a counterweight for a life... teetering off the rails.
I'm screwed...I built a structure and somehow I just forgot the nails.
So it just drops and fails, yet such is life...
and such is this the way I choose.
Built by slavery, maintained by greed, indeed a kin to the way I move.
Today I cruise............ one step then the next.
Forsaking all that came before... and fuck who it affects.
This track connects us like the beat, can't you feel the pain drumming?
I smell change in the air, and thats good...
... but I think I also hear a train coming.