Train. Tracks.

I'll find my redemption
On those tracks.
On those tracks to Hell.
I'll find my redemption
I swear I will.

Train tracks make print across my mind
They're sublime.
I wonder if I was born with this
What is it?

Got a biological homing device
It calls me to those tracks of mine
So endless, so defined.
I wanna follow that trail
I want it to tell me the story
That is never did tell.

I can see it so clearly now
It taunts my lack of movement; my personal stalemate
But one day I'll follow it
Free myself from all of these bondages, these chains.