Locomotive

No sleep, you’re counting those falling

Turn white as a sheet in the face of the rain grown colder

The wild flower waltzing, 

The locomotive crawling

But on the wheels where the rust don’t stain

Your self-chosen cure is your self chosen pain



No time to ride on the back of a beast such as suicide.

Join me, come meet me

Black lights suit you baby



Too sweet, it’s there for the killing

Lie there at your feet, but the face in the mirror has grown older

A bell’s distant ringing, the scorṗion stinging

Bells making noise, but your mind don’t care

Words screaming in like you … there

Inside, inside

To the back of a train they call suicide

Join me, 

Come meet me, you know the black light suits you baby



Inside, inside

To the back of a train they call suicide

Join me, 

Come meet me, you know the black light suits you baby



No time to ride on the back of a beast such as suicide.

Join me, come meet me

You know black lights suit you baby