Million Dead - Engine driver | Текст песни

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• Million Dead
• Engine driver

When I grow up, I want to be an engine driver.
I'll build up my own head of steam
Twenty-five horsepower.

Old hands, new power, more miles per hour
Strange light in the ancient mills.
New sights for old eyes,
Giant leaps under small skies
A sense of death in the hills.

But, when I pull off,
I don't want to follow time tables or tracks.
I will cut new paths through
Topsoil and tarmac.

The only thing that
I will leave behind is
A simple trail:
Two stark parallel lines
That cut their way away
Across the land,
Which our children will preserve
But won't understand.

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