Here comes the train, pained and wailing 
Eye focused on you warily, but still unblinking 
Is this the one I'm supposed to bring? 
For this next journey, endless and complex 
Injuries you'll never be prepared to dress 
A hundred stops you'll sleep away 
Then wake to wish you hadn't and 
You take your time packing light 
I never could comprehend 
How it took you hours to finally end 
Up with a list of twenty forgotten things 
To the naive eye (not the headlight), 
You might appear to actually care for something 
But you're not guarding this life with your own, 
Just risking mine 
What a fucking waste. This time 

Remember when I said you were bound to make another 
mistake? 
Was it stupidity or a self-fulfilling prophecy? 
Self-fulfilled, I should say 
Unless you were planning on 
One more fuck-up today? 
Another idiot's dance, are we just supposed to watch 
and laugh? 
We're far from amused; in fact we might as well be 
lying on the tracks 

Here comes the crash, too fast to catch my heart, 
Propelled from my chest while my body 
Lurched and halted with the brakes 
While everything else seems to slow around me 
I can't believe this is happening again 
I was never meant to be here, I complain 
Because for a moment, the ride was steady, 
But your devastation was inevitable 
Expected, yet unavoidable, 
Like the cycle of natural wildfire 
The peril is far too close 
To allow any delay in my stride 
The deaths and wounds are far too real 
For me just to stand and gape, wide-eyed 
Like the crowd 
That can't help themselves, or us 
I'm sorry, but I won't be entertained by your train 
wreck life 

Will it be neglect or abuse 
That puts you underground? 
Your tracks are sore from overuse 
And they're finally wearing down 
A scar for every accident 
New waste to block the way 
All aboard your train wreck life 
Last stop, Tracks of Decay!