Arcana Obscura Train
there's a lot of trouble
but no-one wants to see
tell me could I be the one who's waiting patiently
this age of information kills you byte by byte
and still you stand there screaming with your arms open wide
sometimes you feel like catching this train
you know it will never stop at your station
it seems you're late again
talk to me in a language I haven't spoken for years
show me places I haven't been this distance makes me weak
this age of information kills me byte by byte
and still you find me screaming with my arms open wide
