Scars torn open
   bondage slave
   eating my wrists
  
   a thrust that numbs the pain
   secondary now the instinct
   thrust beyond control
   chaotic are the tracks before me
   barren are the ones behind
   carried in a cage controlling
  
   driven on, driven in
   taken to the extreme
   headlong onto the breach
  
   pumping fast, the race is on
   furious in striving
   the feast of burden begins
   the enslaving force
   thrown ahead
   unrelenting
   faithfully holding fast
  
   steaming ahead unknowing
   careless again it seems
   oblivious to the pressure
   the feast of burden begins