S L E E P E R S

On the train 
Who knows 
The land 
Better 
Than the sleepers themselves 
Each a milestone of 
Chinese labor 
Brothels and Chinese restaurants 
Under a never ending sky 
The day you die
Is the day 
The train ride comes to an end 
No more journeys 
Who is man
If not a monster 
On the way to the top end 
War - we needed these tracks 
Now they hardly run anymore 
Except for a few lazy tourists 
Alot of men died here 
Grief lives here in sleepers