So sound the bloodflow through my vains
While playing with my rusty trains
The passengers are bugs and worms
They're traveling through a horrid storm
They dream no stars they see no sun
In circles they go on and on
                            and on and on
                               and on and on and on

If you ever try to stop my trains
I'll stop the bloodflow through your vains
I'll make you food for bugs and worms
You'll roast in my oven to make me warm
I'll snap your neck and ring your bell
Your destination will be Hell
Through void you'll travel to be gone
In circles you'll go on and on
                            and on and on
                                 and on and on and on

And still the railways are in use
My rusty trains are now all bruised
The traveling insects make no sound
But still the trains go round and round
So slow the bloodflow through my veins
Here comes the day to stop the trains
My body's destined to lay down
My spirit still goes round and round
                             and round and round
and round and round
and round