Locomotive
Mad Season - Above
Turned white as a sheet in the face of the rain grown colder
Blood on the wheels where the rust don't stain
Your self-chosen cure is your self-chosen pain
No time to ride on the back of a beast such as suicide
The black light suits you baby
it's there for the killing
but the face in the mirror's grown older
The world's screaming in like you're not even there
To the back of a train they call "suicide"
You know the black light suits you baby
To the back of a train they call "suicide"
You know the black light suits you baby
No time to ride on the back of a beast such as suicide
You know the black light suits you baby