Wolf Kroeger - Train To Orwellia

Stuck in a grim huffing machine
Trusting the squealer in the blood spangled magazine
Our minds got lost to the clicks of the tracks below
Racing through blue midnight snow

The muse has left this vessel a long, long time ago
Its eroding shell runs on the carrion of sun swelled days
Runs on flashes of opium and heroine dreams
Runs into the ground at full steam

So when the winds turn to the seas
Will you forgo to them your fantasies
Will you remain on this desert island
Risen from the dust of memories
Or will you let your sails bulge with the despot's barks
As your prow strikes the bleating doused doom
And cuts thru a starless night to meet dawn's bloom

Thru the chinks and cracks a faint light shines
And the Pungi's tune is growing weak with time
As questions slither thru the meek
To meet the wide and open eyes of the freaks

Our faces mirror each other in longing to belong
Cocks crow in fear of what lingers in silence
Cowards give love a bad name
And the mindless always find new things to blame
And the pigs struggle to keep it all the same

So when the winds turn to the seas
Will you forgo to them your fantasies
Will you remain on this desert island
Risen from the dust of memories
Or will you let your sails bulge with the despot's barks
As your prow strikes the bleating doused doom
And cuts thru a starless night to meet dawn's bloom

So when the winds turn to the sea
Will you forgo to them this fantasy
Send it in exile to a forsaken sanctuary
An island risen from the dust of a shed memory
And when the bells clamor in your names
Will you even remember me

Written by:
Wolf Kroeger

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