Whisky Train -

The tracks have all been laid out

Been in the works for many years

Stretching endlessly through the wastelands

Black horizons drawing near

Corroded engines, toxic fumes

Realities violently crashing

Valleys of fear and confusion

Illusions shattered

Driving into the ground

The destination is final

Blinded, can’t turn around

Burning with denial

The clocks have stopped ticking

There is nothing more to gain

Rivers of unconsciousness

My soul is crushed, it’s all in vain

Get on the whisky train

We ride towards the unknown deserts

The tide will sweep our days away

We cry and laugh behind the wheel

We die and we will rise again