The damned on a train
Writhing like the hogs in the sky
Sweet morsels in freight
They all queue to the front
And deliver, they delivered
Of all the precious little dames to consider
Collect and embrace them
Or deface them
It doesn't matter either way they'll be tasted
They line up, down
Ready in rows
With no hint of the slaughter
They are coming to me/be
Yellow nights and capers
Go as long as needed
These la**es won't escape this
The horror of now
I want to feel it
Without a role
Without a limit
The quiet drowns
As we're all in
I'm all in