On Ghost Train 9/11 x Ghost Train x Ghost Train (tattboy's Haunting Picalo MashUp)

[singer A] Wife boards Ghost train Different track now Windows streaked with drizzle No thoughts. None. A voice cuts through the fog Train hits the rail hard Ticket in hand. Missed stop. No platform. Hold in the tunnel. The GUI turns to steamed glass, thumbprints, breath. Stay still. Stay blank. [transition] [singer B] Take it now, if you read the room See the cost behind that grin Push it through, no more slow poison Wait a day and it turns mean This is the setup Built on irritation Public dissection Blocking your elevation They come polished, come clean With cheap little schemes Talk sweet, stay cruel Then cut what you believe [melodic transition] [singer A] Fresh air on Ghost train Trees blur by in a quiet streak Mind off, body in place No thoughts. None. Feel the air, feel the sun — stare It turns cold, go back in Conductor takes control Passenger stays still Orders drop from above No thoughts. No agency. Long ride, Ghost train blur Closed eyes, hear the engine hum You do not drift off Breathing slows Meditation, stripped bare No thoughts. None there [transition] [singer B] Queen of Pentacles King of Wands moves in Partner in crime tonight Trying to take your right Spiritual hit comes hard Makes you fold and nod Stuck in a crooked deal Bound by what they steal Act sweet, act kind With harm already in mind Blocking what you need Leaving you behind [final transition] [singer B] They come polished, come clean With cheap little schemes Talk sweet, keep it mean Then cut what you believe