This is the scream of a blind locomotive.
These are the tears from an angel of tin.
This is the nightmare that sprang from a cold sweat.
Rusted machines of original sin.
This is the hot, bleeding breath of the devil
laughing and pointing back there at your grave.
You are the passenger, riding the engine.
Red, glowing eyes turn you into his slave.
They’re making coats from my silk coffin lining.
Priests hang from ropes at a white masquerade.
The veins in my neck are exposed for his teeth, now.
Scream through the fire again and again.
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