End of the Line
I've been looking at your pages and in between your lines
I see someone who's been trained in a world of denial
Your engines in flames you're
Bearing down the tracks
So far down the line you can't turn back
There's a truth coming at you that you don't see
Staring at that break it could set you free
But the hands of the devil are sitting on the wheel
You played too long now you're in for the deal
You're just another run away train
Slave to your history and everyone's to blame
You're just a victim of your own little crime
Are you ready for the wreckage
At the end of the line
What do you do when you know you're not alone
And the passengers you carry soon they will be thrown
Do you let them know the truth let them deal with their own fate
Or is it better left to chance you never know they might escape
You're just another run away train
Slave to your history
And everyone's to blame
You're just a victim of your own little crime
Are you ready for the wreckage
At the end of the line
You just stay there in the heat gathering speed
No regard to anyone so blind you can't see
In amongst a metaphor for your broken home
Lying in the wreckage
You just lie there alone
You're just another run away train
Slave to your history
And everyone's to blame
You're just a victim of your own little crime
Are you ready for the wreckage
At the end of the line
I see someone who's been trained in a world of denial
Your engines in flames you're
Bearing down the tracks
So far down the line you can't turn back
There's a truth coming at you that you don't see
Staring at that break it could set you free
But the hands of the devil are sitting on the wheel
You played too long now you're in for the deal
You're just another run away train
Slave to your history and everyone's to blame
You're just a victim of your own little crime
Are you ready for the wreckage
At the end of the line
What do you do when you know you're not alone
And the passengers you carry soon they will be thrown
Do you let them know the truth let them deal with their own fate
Or is it better left to chance you never know they might escape
You're just another run away train
Slave to your history
And everyone's to blame
You're just a victim of your own little crime
Are you ready for the wreckage
At the end of the line
You just stay there in the heat gathering speed
No regard to anyone so blind you can't see
In amongst a metaphor for your broken home
Lying in the wreckage
You just lie there alone
You're just another run away train
Slave to your history
And everyone's to blame
You're just a victim of your own little crime
Are you ready for the wreckage
At the end of the line
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Writer(s): Allan Brant
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