When that train comes I don’t wanna knowI’ll keep my orchestra playing in the snow. A million signals say, the world’s turned the other way And it’ll be grafted upon your conscience for years to come.
Could this be my last winter, my last fall from grace? Is that a muzzle I see, optimistically rising up out of the forest mists to rescue me?
When that train comes I don’t wanna knowI’ll keep my orchestra playing in the snow And in those children’s eyes they thought this was paradise Oh how wrong could they be?
Block 5, block 5, give me the will to survive Block 5, block 5, I’ll keep my orchestra playing to stay alive
Take your clothes off, stand in line; remain calm at all times its bath time You think that’s water there coming out of those heads, its gas, before you go to bed.
Block 5, block 5, give me the will to survive Block 5, block 5, I’ll keep my orchestra playing to stay alive
Though my fingers may bleed this means nothing to me, I have no heart no soul no dignity All destroyed by man, in time this planet’s an ocean of blood waiting to boil.
The flames of hell rise high, the silence only broken by A pair of herons leaving their watchtower in the sky And if this should be, a sign of beauty, it’s the only thing I’ve seen recently
When that train comes I don’t wanna know I’ll keep my orchestra playing in the snow