The Pilot: P Train

For years I was told that I was worth no more than

Engine oil on my betters' boots

But I bore it all, their words laced with venomous

Envy steaming like opium in a junkie's pipe

I've seen idols fall, had my share of battles with

Higher powers taking everything I have

If in death I'm free then hip-hip-hooray

I can make a stand

I can die like a man with your skull between my hands

In whatever lands lie beyond poisoned veil

With a hand on heart I swear we'll meet again

For now I know they're coming for me

But I'll outwit them you see I'm not naive

Climb on board

It's the mother fucking P Train

From one chance remark, my anger compelled me to

Violence, and now I'm paying for it with my life

A sad-sad affair, a towering injustice

But I'm not alone

In being shit on by those in control

In whatever lands lie beyond poisoned veil

With a hand on heart I swear we'll meet again

For now I know they're coming for me

But I'll outwit them you see I'm not naive

Climb on board

It's the mother fucking P Train

We ride for glory in the ailing sunlight

We ride for glory and for death before night...

We ride for glory in the ailing sunlight

We ride for glory and for death before night...

(In those lands beyond this poisoned veil

Swear with a hand on heart we'll meet again

In those lands beyond this poisoned veil

Swear with a hand on heart we'll meet again)