• Hold hands children, the ground is beginning to rumble.
    The brakes will sound but too late to complete.
    You clench your teeth, like they all do.
    That sound is like an outer space symphony to the ears of a heartless man.
    His space ship would zoom off into a black hole of broken bones.
    On that note, the train conductor braces his body.
    Tensing every muscle and waiting for the impact of blood and pain.
    The tragectory of your crimson fluid splashes my face.
    Just keep smiling & wait for the next wheele to spin round.
    As the crowd forms around the now empty bodies, take a step back.
    Something you never thought could happen in this town.
    But it was this town... it drove us to this.
    Drove us straight into the ground.
    Or maybe that was the final crushing blow they needed to wake up.
    ITS SO LOUD!
    You get it now, right?
    We're all just holding hands waiting for our train to come along.