New lyrics. Enjoy.
A foolish nature, clinging to its wraps
Forgotten fortune, while humanity clasps
A forlorn ruin of what we knew
And it balances on the lies, as they grew.
The girl breathes a cold, soft breath
As she arrives at the station's rebirth and death
The night tires, as the hours evolve away
With cold hands, a ticket passed and faith at bay
"Now I hold the key,
A lonely motto and a dime
To prove that I'm finally free."
Coordination of balance, mother's taken her toll
At the toll booth of the faith's holy roll
She steps onto the train, evolving from a dream,
But the nuclear winter bursts from its seam.
The cold of the gurgling memories
Divides in fission with family urgencies
Onto the platform, to her surprise
Her mother had her locked at eyes.
"Your Devil friend, and now you, too."
By the bayside, by somber light,
"Mother, you're dead; more than I knew."
It's a conductor's line.
It's a poor soul's time.
"But now you know
Your oppression made me go."
And in the force of nature
We evolved beyond compare
But a tragic flaw
Still strips us bare.
We created the chains
To trap ourselves
And the wrongdoings
Are laid out on the shelves.
It's a production line.
It's a last, insolent time.
"And now you understand the life
Of a child filled with puncturing strife."
She walks right past.
The evening lasts.
A final shriek from the mother.
But with the girl's evolution,
She can simply find another.