The Cog is Dead - Sorrow on the Rails

The air is cold and biting, the sky is bleak and white
A prison train goes traveling swiftly through the night
40 men in bondage, off to meet their fate
They're wrongfully convicted, but now it seems it's MUCH TOO LATE!

In Siberia there's sorrow on the rails
These prisoners have done no wrong but now they're off to jail
Curse the wicked man who led their cruel attack
That train has left the station but it's never coming back!

A crooked politician was soon to be exposed
By several men who knew the truth when trouble had arose
Furious and panicked he came up with a lie
He pulled some strings and banished them, and sent these poor men OFF TO DIE!

In Siberia there's sorrow on the rails
These prisoners have done no wrong but now they're off to jail
Curse the wicked man who led their cruel attack
That train has left the station but it's never coming...

WAIT! There may be a gleam of hope!
As one of the prisoners has loosened up his rope
Free from his bonds he sneaks down front
Up toward the engine with a man to confront
Slow and soft are this man's steps
As he walks with his rope, plotting out what's next
He enters the cab, slowly from the rear
Then he binds and gags the ENGINEER!

In Siberia there's triumph on the rails
These blameless men have freed themselves from those who would assail
Now they're free at last and racing down the track
They're moving ever forward and they're never going...
NEVER GOING BACK!