Untie your mannequin from those steel tracks
There’s no hero around and the train is coming.
There’s no hero around and the train is coming.
There’s no hero around and the train is coming.
There’s no hero around and the train is coming.

And we crash
Fall to the pebbles
As our crimson paint
Fills the sky
While we are fleeing
From the crime scene of our death
Out of the corner of my eye
I see you contemplating
What happens to the victims of
Sanity
My dear, you can never know everything.
 
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