Shining bright, glowing hard
Traffic lights are red telling you to stop
Keep driving forward, faster and faster
Dreaming freely
Of love, hope, sorrow and remorse
Head full of flies
Holding thoughts of emptiness
You can't help feeling like the train has past its station
Hardened souls of wretched torture
Fire burning strong
The flow of midnight
Is slowly destroying your head.

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