Train ride for the lost

[verse1] Man let me tell you I'll be taking a drive. Watching women and dudes dancing at the light corner or take a traffic dive.

I listen to peoples criticism making fun of wondering what's wrong withem. I've been there, alert but unaware I swear I'd ask what's wrong with me?

What's wrong with you dude, you see a dude tripping scarring everyone including you, reality speaking he's looking at you, he's delusional yes allusional speaking you're him staring back but this time his eyes are red and his skin is blue needles turning to horns growing out he don't know what to do.

[verse2] Words aren't coming out eyes wide. He's yelling at you begging please help me get off this train ride. I know the monster you see I feel it on the inside. Can't put the needle down don't know why I guess call it pride.

Can't swallow it though mouth too dry from the dope he's buying from begging for your doe. Don't snap at a dude for zombie walking. For all we know dude is running from the demon that's around the corner slow walking stalking. Has his hands around his wind pipe that's why he isn't talking.

He's turning purple quick grab the milk. Can't let him go I can't live with the guilt. It's too late put him on the gurny cover him with the white quilt.

Hit him with the pen. Jump start his heart Maybe he'll come back again.

It's an EMT job but even they question it saying if we do why? He'll just continue to hustle,steal, and lie keep his family at bay with the where has he been.

It's a train ride for the lost, there in a glass box fallen to pressure they didn't know the cost. Tearing there family apart like it's a present day hallocaust.

Pray for the wicked be weary for the saved. The lost has a long rocky road that's yet to be paved. We can only hope they come back before the want is delayed.