Trains just come and go:
they are leaving no mark,
they are leaving no stains,
trains follow the dark.
And their road is fake:
if they break that cage
great trouble they'll make-
they will end their age.
They just don't exist,
they come, stop and go;
on their travels list
they are still John Doe.
No one remembers
the life they have led;
trains are just members
of dismembered dead.
