opens with a man on a bicycle one could say that he looks like an owl in the rain, it seems rather dramatic as he hears the mechanical howl he waits there by the rivers crossing then he pedals with all of his soul oh, he feels it all slipping around him knows Abaddon has taken its toll he gradually draws closer and closer he knows he can not deviate no matter what happens inside his head his path will continue straight through feathers he closes his eyelids he prays the Archfiend will zig before he zags of course then he cannot have noticed the pennies that lay on the tracks he opens his eyes still alive the train is a smoking heap on the side Hoooo-ooo Hoooo-ooo