The train of my life
The train of my life
I don't wanna feel
I just wanna heal
I don't wanna have any pain
I'm sitting in a very fast train
And it's going on and on
It seems like the train had won
I can't stop it
I'm riding between my own bull shit
I'm sitting in the train of my own life
And I don't know who is driving it, or who is holding my knife
I don't know when the train is coming to his end
I don't know what I'm gonna do with the envitement me is send
It's a lettre from the devel
Asking when I'm ready for the next level
Ready for the last station: dead
I don't know what to do with the thoughts in my head
In my other hand, I'm holding my Bible with care
The devel wants that I'm gonna throw it away with flair
But I can't
It's the thought about it I can't stand
I know now why I can't throw it away
Cause the Lord Jesus is driving me to heaven, the hole way
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