Stop.
Stop the carriage, stop
Get off, you gotta stake a
Claim and make your mark
Bullet lock it and load cock and explode

Bullet train shot through
The tunnel down the path
Of a gun, carry your body
Away to the same destination

You sit and stare into
Space, ride the tracks
That you trace just like
The lines that lead the
Tears down your face
And you wear
A look of despair
A lucid look of
Unsharable weight
Unbearable fate
That you're prepared
To erase
I was moving down
The track of a train
1-way ticket to a barren
Place but you're my
Ticket out. Get me off
Of the train you're my
Ticket to a better place
You're my ticket out....

Spinning hell closed doors
Now I think I can hear the
Carousel full of horses that
Forces you up and down, down
Again up spin around
Again up and down down
Again up. There's a black
Hole up ahead, you relax
And you're dead the
Monumentum that you
Gained'll bring you back
But I better not see you
Caught back here next
Year, forget all your fears
Backpedal and steer
Grind the metal and gears
I was moving down the
Track of a train 1-way ticket
To a barren place but you're my
Ticket out....

Wear your red kimono
When you tuck me in
Helpless here while
You ascend

Now I'm moving down
The track of a train
Change my ticket
For a glimpse of
Your face, you're
My ticket out
Get me off of
The train, you're
My ticket to a
Better place
You're my ticket out.