LOCATION: Vision of the London Necropolis Railway

High, low, everywhere that I go
Run but I can’t slow it down
Feel it all around
Both near and in the distance
Heartbeat pulsing through the ground
Feel it all around
Outflanking my resistance
Run but I can’t slow it down

Tick-tock can’t escape the big clock
Air is filled with the sound
Hear it all around
The clicking and the clacking
Groans of coils tightly wound
Hear it all around
The ringing and the clanging
Air is filled with the sound

I feel the engine slowing
As we pull into the station
Come to bury my body
Shovel my soul down to hell

Clip-clop no one let a word drop
Laying my body in the ground
Feel them all around
Shoveling in silence
No one dares to make a sound
Feel them all around
Covering the violence
No one dares to make a sound

I feel the engine slowing
As we pull into the station
Come to bury my body
Shovel my soul down to hell

Clip-clop no one let a word drop
Laying my body in the ground
Feel them all around
Shoveling in silence
No one dares to make a sound
Feel them all around
Covering the violence
No one dares to make a sound

I feel the engine slowing
As we pull into the station
Come to bury my body
Shovel my soul down to hell

I hear the chorus growing
Can you hear them all rejoicing?
They’re calling me to join them
To add my voice to the sound

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