there's a slow comin' train
ridin' in an ashes-built puzzle
tryin' to escape from the muzzle
and the 'lectric whips of pain.
go fast, mad red train!
bend these shadows,
dodge this rain,
take those (un)red arrows
and fold their souls.
give them maim,
give them strain,
give the same piercin' pain.
then catch a star
and run sky high
out these narrows;
make your way to the true red stroll.
