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Bluelight Crew
What dark demons ride with such wild derision?
First class berth with cancerous sparked cinders,
Sin heaped, coal fired and sorrow cooled.
A one-way ticket bought with sordid soiled soul
For crude clanking passage on dissolute dreams
With wicked welded cow-catcher of dank despair.
These narrow gauge tracks span crackled light years;
O'er monstrous mountains and green bile-choked sea.
Climbing meandering mile high elation elevations
Dropping into deep hollows of yellow brimstone stench.
Across thunderous trestles of troubled tributaries
And rocket, rolling through burning deserts of desire.
An enigmatic gray iron engine of electrical impulse,
Pulling coal tender of blackened past-pressed sin.
Graffiti-clad box cars crammed with rusty wreckage,
Mementos of some lost machine from Before Time.
Concluded by red caboose of malingering memories.
All jerking in swaying rhythm on riveted white-hot rails.
And this is the rackety train of pants-pissed half-heroes,
Dressed in harlequin armor with shattered swords.
Armageddon bound with Wagner sound surround,
Rolling raging into Stygian night on straining steam.
Shovel in the shriveled sin and grip the throttle tight;
We're riding red-eyed remorse on Lucifer's Labyrinthine Line.
First class berth with cancerous sparked cinders,
Sin heaped, coal fired and sorrow cooled.
A one-way ticket bought with sordid soiled soul
For crude clanking passage on dissolute dreams
With wicked welded cow-catcher of dank despair.
These narrow gauge tracks span crackled light years;
O'er monstrous mountains and green bile-choked sea.
Climbing meandering mile high elation elevations
Dropping into deep hollows of yellow brimstone stench.
Across thunderous trestles of troubled tributaries
And rocket, rolling through burning deserts of desire.
An enigmatic gray iron engine of electrical impulse,
Pulling coal tender of blackened past-pressed sin.
Graffiti-clad box cars crammed with rusty wreckage,
Mementos of some lost machine from Before Time.
Concluded by red caboose of malingering memories.
All jerking in swaying rhythm on riveted white-hot rails.
And this is the rackety train of pants-pissed half-heroes,
Dressed in harlequin armor with shattered swords.
Armageddon bound with Wagner sound surround,
Rolling raging into Stygian night on straining steam.
Shovel in the shriveled sin and grip the throttle tight;
We're riding red-eyed remorse on Lucifer's Labyrinthine Line.
