I Am a Trans-Continental Railroad, Please Run a Train on Me

"Wait," or they said, "move!"
This is the countdown
Of the sterile sun
As the "truth"

Play the part, so full of heart
These rapid breakdowns of the blissful parts

Brace the turn
Burn the junction
Brace the churn
Burn the junction

Trying, trying for your sake
This is blood from my heart
As I look back at the
Burning halo

Well, you came and said it
Stop, I think they get it
I would like to see it
Well, I guess we'll see it
Well, you came and said it
Stop, I think they get it
Please, burn the king
Please, kill the dream