Bruises in a crunched amp

Let's take a train at Southeast Place
Where your anckles' gonna sore
For walking so much in vain

I'm glad I'll still be the same
You're no longer gonna be my nearest blame
My dearest blame...

Sincronize your steps and stab me quickly
Transcript the words I've said
To your newest diary

Worship my plan and watch your back
I'm gonna put you in that train
That old and fucking blue train
And I won't miss you

That old blue train...
That old and busy blue train...