"We are aboard a hell bound train
Departing from the past with no intended destination.
Into the future we go
To what we will one day call a present
What we will one day call a past
As you look out of the window
You feel as if you are hardly moving
But just as clouds that drift through the sky
It is just deception
For in reality you are steaming down these rails
If you fall asleep you can miss it
You can wake up in a new city
And ask to go back
But your mother bought you a one way ticket on the day you were born
No matter what lays behind you, or who is crying your name, you will never have the strength to stop this train"

Christian Spencer (Hell Bound)


(via c-spunk)

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