She wipes the dirt from her hands, ashamed of what she's seen. There is a songless meeting-house, where sunburned men exchange stern glances and the gospel is re-written. Black hair in you eyes, a uniform of disillusionment.
I baptize myself in the river. I'm ashamed of where I've been. There is a top floor to the staircase I'm climbing where she sits behind a desk and answers all my questions. We are given a decision and she makes mine easy.
Unwinding sitting at home, you fall back into your wormhole. The last generation stands on the dock and they're waving as our ship sails off.
Track Name: The Geisler
Living a dead sprint to the end of the eternity line, I weigh my thoughts against your loaded mind.
In a tall house that leans against the sky, I wonder, will you be the same next time?
Track Name: Mind Control
Since your shrink called me I think it's time
to leave you alone and hope that you survive.
Maybe someday we'll get another try
if you're taking your pills and if you're feeling alright
unless the rest control your mind.
It's becoming clear that you're losing the fight
to steady your emotions and control your mind.
We spent some long hours and late, late nights
talking it over, trying to make it right.
It was a waste of time.
Until the storm, I'll be outside.
Track Name: Planet
Easy, tear off a piece and go care of the lazy granite bending amazing road. Nothing could take me. Drifting along the edges, turning, the concrete burns like it's never gonna stop. I am stuck on the wrong street.
Take me under the swelter storm, morning and after. Fever in the tradition, fear of remission. Coasting along the edges, turning, the concrete burns like it's never gonna stop. I am stuck on the wrong side of everything.
Track Name: Shining Black
Faces hot with panic. It ripples through the crowd.
The order of the Station replaced by chaos now.
Confused echoes singing "There is a war outside.
The black engine takes us. We're going for a ride."
Away. The train pulls me away.
Father from son, man from wife,
it drags us away.
The clouds open up and God will take us home,
or Hell's metal jaws will swallow this engine whole.
The crowd sings a chorus: "We can't believe it's true.
Darkness led us here but where are we going to?"
Away. The train takes them away.
Owner from dog, lust from life,
it moves me away.