Engine severs lower legs
I feel my bruised heart beating
Spinal cord remains intact, still sending and receiving

Lying back on shoulder blades, the cargo rushing past
Missing limbs beneath the cars, twitching on the tracks
Click Clack now handicapped
North Am Transcontinental

I remember, as I bleed, certain tails of bravery
A man whose legs were crushed beneath a fallen evergreen tree
He decided he would chop them off above the knee
Sacrificing shins and feet, to make his torso free

The luxury of having been spared the hard part
you'd think would be enough for me to pull this off
But I'm left to bleed to death, now all the man I've ever been

North Am Transcontinental