 All passengers: prepare the game ritual
There once was a man on this train
He was born into this world alone
Hands never laid on the wheel
Content, he will never know more
He was a quiet man in pain
His tears, I fear, are closing in again
What you lose in years, you again in perspective
And the passenger pauses to see his mistakes
For with nothing to follow
He'd lived all his life in vain
But then, who here among us is without shame?
His way was divergent and cold, defaced
This mask he must create
And the circle unfolding still, unscathed
He will turn a blind eye
He will miss the last train home this day
Recycled in the flow, reborn again
The cynic knows the price of everything and the value of nothing
And the passenger pauses to see his mistakes
For with nothing to follow, he'd let all his will decay
But then, true wisdom comes in learning pain
And I have known pain
And the passenger pauses to see his mistakes
For with nothing to follow, he'd lived all his life in vain
But then, the lesson unlearned, he will begin again
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