Twisted, torn up, there is no future,
I think that you might need a suture,
The seams, they break inside of your heart,
I know that you are falling apart.

The first piece of peace that I have known,
I dreamt of you all on my own,
Potions mixed in a laboratory,
Contraptions that have no history.

Hiding the pieces to the puzzle,
Your voice is silenced by a muzzle,
Embrace your most triumphant hour,
Escape has never tasted so sour.

Come aboard the steam engine train,
there is nothing here for you to gain,
a long money-hungry railroad track,
your suitcase is so heavy a pack.

Patience is the station of your dream,
Hesitation makes you want to scream,
You smell the scent of flavoured coffee,
Breathe in, caffeine and butterscotch toffee.

The train travels through twigs and branches,
Western buildings and Eastern ranches,
The world is busy, war rages on,
Commodities, raw material to pawn.

Pomegranates change into grenades,
Carnage, graves have been dug out with spades,
Human bodies with digital features,
Robotic and mechanical creatures.

Depart from order and it is lost,
arrive inside organized chaos,
The seams, they break inside of your heart,
I know that you are falling apart.