i lay there, feeling like a part of a scheme
asking myself, was i on the right team?
watching the rising steam
inside my never ending dream
while my soul and my conscious fought
i watched them raise the knife
stabbing me, ending my life
ending the strife
i have become the train of thought
After breaking from his internal cage
The Sleeper caused him rage
And The Miracle turned onto the page
Writing for hours at a time for a wage
Thinking, "What should I have brought?"
As the Lake Of Fire continues to burn
The Miracle and The Sleeper learn
That the Scenes From that Memory still yearn
As Metropolis rides away on my Train Of Thought
As I watch my brothers die in vain
executed, standing like a human chain
pools of blood, as thick as a glass pane
so much death, so one can reign
with patriotism overbought
bullets and shrapnel fly
filling this lake of fire high
as i sit here and watch them die
on top my train of thought
Fears have been stirred
as our dreams are brutally massacred
now our lives, blurred
as our speech is slurred
because our eyes are bloodshot
feeling like a hired gun
and I'm trying to outrun
the blast from a shotgun
on top of my train of thought
Entering this sleep, hypnotic
the world around me, chaotic
why is life considered exotic
when everyone here is psychotic?
thinking as an afterthought
the only thing left is doubt
are we all supposed to fade-out?
because someone sold out?
are our minds that distraught?
They decide to leave and flee
we see their decision and agree
maybe, once again, we'll be carefree
since we are home free
like it or not
this fight was inside myself
can I put this chapter on the shelf?
my soul has lost itself
on this train of thought
Finally we're face to face
right here in my own birthplace
feeling a bit out of place
can you feel the disgrace
in this tightspot?
she distracts
he attacks
could this be the climax
aboard this train of thought?
As my emotions swung
to my slain dreams, I clung
the pain stung
and screams unsung
can't be heard from a blindspot
realizing, shock
seeing your own cellblock
like a movie from Hitchcock
floating through my train of thought
Have I gone too far to overexpose
why I've come to blows
with the sense that overflows
the sense that only heaven knows
that which is self-taught
this brain corrosion
causing a cranial explosion
and the body's implosion
on board this train of thought
"Who would wish this on our people?" people cried
as one by one, our sacrificed sons died
as the non-believers lied
and the true heroes tried
to expose the self-proclaimed messiahs, red handed, caught
who chose to drop these death balls
that were sent to eroded these halls
that make and design these walls
that entrap my train of thought