You're on a runaway train
Unrecognizable as a friend
Addiction a crazed conductor
Ushering you to the end
Your fellow passengers are strangers
With fistfulls of pills
They will lead you to a death
Florid with ills
The train is in a tunnel
Lack of light affects your mind
You think you see everything
When really you're blind
By the time you tried to leave
The exit light had burnt
Other passengers laughed at you
The train had turnt
The end of the track
Was a half mile ahead
They had taken their final hits
They went smiling to bed
Such ugly wreckage
Twisted metal, shattered bone
So few of the victims
Ever return home
We are the survivors
The family, the friends
Our highest stakes in a drug war
That will never end.
