Nodus Tollens. Nodus Tollens, Nodus Tollens - the train that I ride seems to mock me repeatedly as it travels. Wheels on track. Nodus Tollens, Nodus Tollens. Cover my ears and close my eyes (quiet now) don’t wake the baby. Nodus Tollens, Nodus Tollens At journey start I thought my track was straight and strong. Uncluttered, visual, full of new adventure and hope. You can’t catch me, you’ll never catch me, Nodus Tollens, Nodus Tollens. Shuddering halt. Reverse. Quickly gathering pace. Ride through the years at the speed of light. Come play with me pretty girl. Nodus Tollens, Nodus Tollens. Now my ride is a cheap and winding fairground ghost train, chipped paint, gold, red, green, filthy, rattling on its wooden track going nowhere over and over again. Repeatedly revisiting past horrors. Relentless and harsh. Feet stuck to floor. Cold steel bar so I don’t get hurt. Haha. You having fun? Look at me. I’m a ghost, a witch, a spectre. No sugar and spice on this ride little lady. Nodus Tollens, Nodus Tollens, Nodus Tollens.....
Nodus Tollens.

Nodus Tollens, Nodus Tollens - the train that I ride seems to mock me repeatedly as it travels. Wheels on track. Nodus Tollens, Nodus Tollens.

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When your life journey stops making sense

Nodus Tollens. Nodus Tollens, Nodus Tollens - the train that I ride seems to mock me repeatedly as it travels. Wheels on track. Nodus Tollens, Nodus Tollens. Cover my ears and close my eyes (quiet now) don’t wake the baby. Nodus Tollens, Nodus Tollens At journey start I thought my track was straight and strong. Uncluttered, visual, full of new adventure and hope. You can’t catch me, you’ll never catch me, Nodus Tollens, Nodus Tollens. Shuddering halt. Reverse. Quickly gathering pace. Ride through the years at the speed of light. Come play with me pretty girl. Nodus Tollens, Nodus Tollens. Now my ride is a cheap and winding fairground ghost train, chipped paint, gold, red, green, filthy, rattling on its wooden track going nowhere over and over again. Repeatedly revisiting past horrors. Relentless and harsh. Feet stuck to floor. Cold steel bar so I don’t get hurt. Haha. You having fun? Look at me. I’m a ghost, a witch, a spectre. No sugar and spice on this ride little lady. Nodus Tollens, Nodus Tollens, Nodus Tollens.....

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