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The tracks have all been laid out Been in the works for many years Stretching endlessly through the wastelands Black horizons drawing near Corroded engines, toxic fumes Realities violently crashing Valleys of fear and confusion Illusions shattered Driving into the ground The destination is final Blinded, can't turn around Burning with denial The clocks have stopped ticking There is nothing more to gain Rivers of unconsciousness My soul is crushed, it's all in vain Get on the whisky train We ride towards the unknown deserts The tide will sweep our days away We cry and laugh behind the wheel We die and we will rise again From Letras Mania