Song about old roller coaster

It'll burn a hole right through this town.
All the animals will feel this in
their cages it'll mix with minerals and backbones
to go home and reflect how
they tore this building down you ask for more.

It'll last past a century of soil Icarus will see it
on his way up past the arrow
I understand now it is a color these are the people
I group together pre-curse
the letters and the postcards that you sent my eyes
are open sliding your tongue
across the paper produces effects that resemble
weather tat resemble weapons and
the postcards that you sent my eyes are open.

Dig a trench with megaphones and pirates everything
will change when you pull
this boat ashore.

From wheels to motors