Run, run, I must run
Racing pulse and boiling blood
Wearing my heart on my sleeves
So wolves take turns digging in
Run, run, and don't ever pause
There's nothing left behind
Not a mother's loving kiss
Nor a father's helping hand
Run, run, and the air seems thicker
Flooding lungs and helpless gasps
One more step, and then another
One more not to get dragged down
Run, run, wade through this ocean
of nameless faces and empty grins
Statues that come to life every now and then
To take another bite, to tear some flesh
Run, run, on unsteady legs and broken feet
And maybe when the morning star comes
I'll finally give in, give up
So I can rest on your arms and fade away
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