It always started the same way
Seated next to the same two large men
Everything was the same,
And always as vivid as the first time it happened

Eyes closed between these two large men,
The smell of sweat in my nose
Same baby crying,
Always the same mother-fucking baby crying
Through the pass, we hear the horn,
Of an oncoming nightmare

There was not enough time,
No one stood a chance
Everyone saw it coming
Oh, god, the aftermath
Metal ripped through their bodies,
Not a woman or child left
It was carnage
Oh, god, the aftermath

A sudden creek at a door,
Out came a man wearing a conductor hat
Dead silent and shuffling about the room,
There was this man with an evil look,
That came from this man's red eyes

Dead silent and shuffling about the room,
He finds me standing alone amongst the dead
He tells me that violence is better,
When it is riddled with blood