| RUN! |
| like you’ve been given a purpose
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| Like the light at the end of the tunnel is fading to dirt
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| First to divert to the glass, see what has come to pass
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| At long last convex reflection blurring the whole world
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| Or is that really the sound of tectonic shattering?
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| Is that really the ground that is battering hulls?
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| Shattering SKULLS?
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| Don’t leave me alone with my pulse
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| I convulse, taking a turn for the worst for the exit
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| Take a left at the next hit
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| Two seconds left to GO!
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| Count down around me
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| Strobing the whole thing is out of control
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| I can’t feel my hands or my nerves as they slur my feet
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| All I can feel is the beat
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| And I thought that I…
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| I had this predicted
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| I wrote the script
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| This is not how it’s supposed to End!
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| I had this predicted
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| I wrote the script
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| THIS IS NOT THE LAST LINE
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| Everyone I see cries idly by
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| I try and free from what is defined
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| Relying on cold perspective
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| Nothing good has come of being introspective
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| Now, It comes down to what must be done
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| To run or to stand and fight
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| However futile it might seem to dream of clear days ahead
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| With nothing to hope there’s no reason to dread
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| RUN!
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| Feel the red through sight alone
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| The world is screaming monotone
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| RUN!
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| Now hear it come
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| And see and hear and breathe and fear and
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| RUN!
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| The way to safety screams your name
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| Sweat drips down and feigns to wait
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| Last minute; |
| hands turn burning white
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| I stand alone to taste the fading light
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| I had this predicted
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| I wrote the script
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| This is not how it’s supposed to End!
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| I had this predicted
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| I wrote the script
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| THIS IS NOT THE LAST LINE
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| It’s too late now |