(Verse 1) I’ve just stepped out of that sad, dark hole The street is darker than ever I washed some dishes for a bit of cash In my empty pockets, I search for a cigarette to put in my mouth
(Verse 2) My eyes can barely see where I’m walking I dodge all kinds of obstacles, lucky enough to make it through My thoughts guide me toward a grim destiny Waiting impassively for me just around the corner
(Verse 3) —Hey! How’s it going? How are you? —......You got the cash, kid? For a few grams of oblivion I hand over that cold metal
(Chorus) x2 My train has left—the one that takes me nowhere Life led me to a station where I can’t see the way out I wish I could find the door so I could jump Before the white powder steals my very last breath of life
(Guitar solo—raw, with bends and vibrato)
(Bridge) My hands are shaking; I don't recognize them Searching my arm for a patch of healthy skin I close my eyes so I don't lose my mind And that’s how my life goes by, week after week
(Bridge) The silent neighborhood whispers the names Of those who left without a sound A mother with a lost look in her eyes peers out the window The moon, a silent witness at dusk Watches the days fade out—days no one will ever light up again
(Guitar solo—raw, with bends and vibrato)
(Chorus) x2 My train has left—the one that takes me nowhere Life led me to a station where I can’t see the way out I wish I could find the door so I could jump Before the white powder steals my very last breath of life
(Outro — spoken / whispered over clean guitar) I just had to look... and finally, I found... the key to leave this station, Waiting patiently... for me to notice it. I was torn between heart and reason I don't want to be just another traveler; I want to be the one who traded in his ticket For one more day without selling his soul to the pure poison.
(Chorus) For one more day without selling his soul to the pure poison. To the pure poison... to the pure poison!!!
(Outro — Guitar solo, raw, with bends and vibrato)
Stijl van muziek
Hard Punk, Trash Punk, Rap, Hip Hop, Rock, Joy, Sadness, Fear, crisp, sharp, high tension, progressive, fast tempo, Rapid-fire rap, 80-120 BPM