Down at the station    We question our rations    Wut you seem satisfied with the little recieved    Fractured appetite with bismuth pink on tap    Ascetic limbs gone tight and your lips are clamped and grey    Crash your appetite erasing every mark you make    Standing in the corner while you're working up your mantra    'derail the train the train the train derail the train'    Take the time to hesitate    While what's glistening on your plate    Goes dry and cold and not in your mouth    Alright you see your programmatic mind surrenders appetite    And you crash yourself all over the place    Snake ingest 40 times their body weight    But you you emaciate    You crash your shit all over the place now    Open your mouth!