Martigan's Roulette

You lock up your smile - for a while
you steal back the sky and you slam the door
& yet you deny - you've been caught within
the trade and you tie your soul to the rail

But now there's no mor steambull running
the collosses have been killed in vain
no more steelhorse riding

You're forced to pick up your face again
Now it seems tougher than it ever did before
as you're the victim of your insufficiency
you decide to try for more