Like fluid

The seats were all parallel
No one can ever save us now
Pouring out of the train like soft drink
The train askew on the rail as it growls
Progress is a clatter and a "clink clink"

Stuck together on the verge of sweating
The carriage like an oven baking discomfort
Tasty for the abandoned factories
Tasty for the waste and haste
Like fluid we squeeze into this sliding bottle

Shaken up on the line steel and stone
To make money for cellphones
To make money for screens
Waiting for the squeeze
You go by train when you live under the city's knees

No five lines of justice
Will make the pudding sweet
We're just fluid in containers
We're just drops of flesh on the street