To our own splintering rails
Clattering
In metallic disarray

We are fated to fray
To skewer ourselves
Upon the fixed roads
To our deafening demise

A trail of hardship
Of agony and tribulation
In the streaks of oil
We hail as our own

Through the timeless blood
We will
We must
Until fiery shards
Flee from us all

Until we explode
As oily shrapnel
From the young sparks of old
Into fully grown carnage