"Most men and women lead lives, at the worst so painful, at the best so monotonous, poor and limited that the urge to escape, the longing to transcend themselves if only for a few moments, is and always has been one of the principal appetites of the soul."
--Aldous Huxley--
Friday, October 14, 2011
Blood On The Tracks
Blood on the tracks
Drips from mangled hearts
The whistle blew a warning
As the engine turned to start
Blood on the tracks
We failed to step aside
As the weight of the freight
Rolled on by
Blood on the tracks
Will it wash away?
Does your rain cleanse
Or darken your day?
Blood on the tracks
May leave a dark stain
But like water under a bridge
It's not fated to remain
Drips from mangled hearts
The whistle blew a warning
As the engine turned to start
Blood on the tracks
We failed to step aside
As the weight of the freight
Rolled on by
Blood on the tracks
Will it wash away?
Does your rain cleanse
Or darken your day?
Blood on the tracks
May leave a dark stain
But like water under a bridge
It's not fated to remain
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