Tearing Up Tracks

In a world of death, where I’m alive

Don’t let me numb to the breath inside

Please change the world, but change my eyes

Now seeing the tracks that the residents ride

And give me a tool, a hammer or hands

To tear up the iron before they arrive

The nails incise the skin on my palms

I break every bone as I pound at the walls

Ripping the iron and ripping my skin

Racing the train for the people within

The souls in the cars, the cars on the rails

Give me two hands and I’ll tear out the nails

Engines are headed for death on their path

Cut my hands, just let me tear up the tracks.