Without a word, without a sound
Here I lie, with the memory of how I used to
Watch you grow
Little acorns grow
Here

The milk train, the milk train, the milk train doesn't stop here anymore
Now I'm a petrified forest
Do you think the power is yours?
Now that I'm, now that I'm petrified forest
Do you think the power yours?

An ill wind blows, an ill wind blows
Here
You used ti put your stuff down over on that chain
And whistle me a song
I need a song
Not a "goodbye song"

The milk train, the milk train, the milk train doesn' stop here anymore
Here I lie
I want to die in the sea of your flesh
I wanna go down in dante's world - down there
Where there's nothing but the stench of oil and leather
I believe in fee expression and I'm not ashamed

The milk train, the milk train, the milk train doesn't stop here anymore
Now that I'm a petrified forest
Do yoy think the power is yours?
Now that I'm, now that I'm a petrified forest
Do you think the power yours?

An ill wind blows, an ill wind blows

Do you think the power yours?
Do you think the power yours?
Do you think the power yours?
Do you think the power yours?
I know the power yours
I know the power yours
You've-got-me-like-a-ball-and-chain
I'm-gonna-make-you-regret-you-ever-did-this-to-me
I-swear-one-day-I'm-gonna-make-you-heart
Stop