Fighting sh** - I Am The Closing Eye lyrics

Trembling hands travel on these quick feet Off to places that seem to purify the putrid pit of loathing In the back of your mind Keep on running, keep on running out of breath The tracks will only grow as your feet sink In the slow, moving steps that will become a habit too hard to break. Feel the bony arm of your inner child Clutch what's left of the crimes you committed unconsciously But with a glittering smile Keep on running, keep on running out of words To convince the mirrored piece of fate that you won't look away That you'll hold out this hand for the rest of your life Keep on running, keep on running out on life Keep on running, keep on running out on us