When we meet with good intentions in mindnIt's like tying your arms to the southbound trainnWhen you extend your hand for peace,nIt's like tying your legs to the northbound trainnnYou practiced this speech well,nBut your bullshit is stronger than your rotten breathnWhen you hold your head and cry apologies,nAll I can hear is the train bell ringing All aboard.nThe trains begin tugging.nnI love knowing that when you kiss your child,nThat my dick filled with the same pussy walls it came fromnI don't agree to disagreenSmell the dick on the kidnYou pulled me in to feel my touchnI hear your torso giving up,nI'll never forget the way you huggednnFlaps of flesh hanging at the ends of your body bonesnAnd muscles skipping along the tracksnThey're falling out part by part...What a disgusting mess you are insidenThe trains pick up speed and are no longer in sight,nHappy to have companynLying naked with her legs spread open was the last time I saw that much of someone's insidesnI closed the night off with a dance along the tracks