Death Train

White powder rails running across the table top
Just one more line and sure, you'll stop
Riding the cocaine express through your head
Over the hills, down the valleys
Through the tunnel... you're already dead

A one way ticket that leaves you miles from here
And gives you no brakes or ability to steer
Once it crashes and burns there is no way back
Endless days, and sleepless nights
Through the hours... you're still off track