Last Stop to Nowhere - Septicflesh

In a deserted dirty station

A passenger is in wait

He has a ticket for the last train

The trip is not so long

A dance on the edge of a bridge that was left uncompleted

Last stop to nowhere

An old brown hat upon his head fails to block the liar sun

His cloth is the yellow dust, he looks so tired

The trip is not so long

A dance on the edge of a bridge that was left uncompleted

One more glimpse at his silver clock

Its white disc is almost liquid

The twelve numbers are something distant

The trip is not so long

A dance on the edge of a bridge that was left uncompleted

Last stop to nowhere

His life, his memories will be left back

Nothing to carry on this journey

There are no luggages aside him

The train has arrived as a shadow at night

And it’s whistle is giving the signal

Last stop to nowhere

In a deserted, dirty station

A passenger is in wait

He has a ticket for the last train

The trip is not so long

A dance on the edge of a bridge that was left uncompleted

Last stop to nowhere