Engine severs lower legs, I feel my bruised heart beating - Spinal cord
remains in tact, still sending and receiving - Laying back on shoulder
blades, cargo rushing past - Missing limbs beneath the cars, twitching on
the tracks - Clic clack, now handicapped, north am transcontinental -
I remember as I bleed, certain tales of bravery - A man who's legs were
trapped beneath, a fallen evergreen tree - He decided he would chop them
off above the knee - To sacrifice his shins and feet, and set his torso
free - The luxury of having been spared the hard part - You'd think would
be enough for me to pull this off - But I'm left to bleed to death - Now
all the man I've ever been - North am transcontinental.