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