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Around your ankle the rope shall go

Your blood circulation shall slow

To a dark oblivion you shall go,

your death begins when you hear the whistle blow

Milepost 666 will be your departure point

I’ll watch and laugh as you get dragged while I smoke a big fat joint

Like a wittler, the wood ties shave away your skin, skull and hair

The diesel exhaust leaves you choking for fresh air

Clickety clack

Your head goes smack

Along the track

You won’t come back

Clickety clack

Your skull goes crack

Your sight goes black

My train leaves a trail of

blood and brain on the track

The asphalt at the road crossings rips away your clothes

Each scratch from the ballast slowly brings your life to a close

Your foot turns grey as the rope tight around it denies your blood admission

Watching you slowly, violently die is my only mission

This experience puts to shame your worst nightmares and fears

As a passing stack train pounds away on the drums of your ears

Passengers at a station watch you get dragged to your demise

The only entertainment on their commute to wash the glazed look from their eyes

Clickety clack

Your head goes smack

Along the track

You won’t come back

Clickety clack

Your skull goes crack

Your sight goes black

My train leaves a trail of

blood and brain on the track

Milepost 666 was your point of origin

Nowhere in this dimension is your point of destination

You left the station alive but you will never arrive

Shrapnel on the trackway will cause your decapitation

Rust and dust will be your final meal

I hope you still have the ability to feel

Pleasure rushes through me at your agonized squeals

Bits of meat are left behind as your muscle tissue peels

Clickety clack

Your head goes smack

Along the track

You won’t come back

Clickety clack

Your skull goes crack

Your sight goes black

My train leaves a trail of

blood and brain on the track