Sitting on a railroad track,
Waiting for my head to crack,
In the dead of night,
There's no train in sight.

Nowadays, all there's left is violence,
When something terrible has been done,
People just smile until the moments gone,
And continue to suffer in silence.

Where do tears go when they are shed,
Who will cry when I'm death,
Will it end my suffering and pain,
Am I going insane?

My imagination confuses my brain,
I look up but all I see is a haze,
I feel the warmth from the sun on my face,
In the distance I hear a train.