Six AM sunrise shine, define through my eyes As I dust off the memories of my second life's lies Another Autumn day forgotten, coalesce and fade away Start to shimmer with vibrance, vacate, then fade to grey So I run... I run away
I run until it feels as though my toes will fall off Until it seems that they've been covered up in frost and then lost I run until the year is 1998 Standing in the oval office, beg Clinton to vacate Prevent the trip from being taken down to the cigar store Prevent Bush from ever getting his foot in the door Inform Bill of the next years of Hell he'll unleash Should Republicans ever find the stains on the sheets Armed guards start towards me, each one drawing their guns B.C. turns to me and tells me "You'd Better Run" So I... I run
I run until it feels as though my feet are on coals Until it seems I have no arches, til I burn off my soles I run until the year is 1971 In the Vietnam jungles, looking out for Vietcong Bodies bloodied and bare, strewn about on the ground Mortars drop through the air, silence screams all around I place my hands on the eyes of ‘blessed' soldiers still alive The images of war wont always burn in their minds Behind the enemy lines, separate from Patrol One The soldier in the foxhole screams, "You'd Better Run" So I... I run
I run until it feels as though my knees are split in half Like for hours I've been using a concrete hackey-sack I run, I'm in Versailles, the year is 1919 Tell Italy, France, and England the future I've seen I beg them not to be egomaniacal pricks To look further down the road, not for a simple quick fix Let Ho Chi Min in, treat Germany better - no question And effectively quell decades of war and oppression I'm drawing blank stares from the leaders that have won Woody Wilson turns to me and tells me "You'd Better Run" So I... I run
I run until it feels as though my shins are caved in And I haven't got a clue how I'm running or standing I run, and now the year is 1618 I'm standing on the shores of Angola between The first Dutch trader to turn African's into slaves And the first potential slaves that I'm destined to save I tell him no way in hell he'll take these people today And he gets on his ship, never to come back, and sails away At this point my body's numb, but with countless deeds undone Get up, dust myself off, and decide I'd better run So I... I run
I run until it feels like my legs are spaghetti Until it seems as though my tank has been perpetually empty I run, and the year is 14 hundred 92 I'm on the lone maiden voyage, sailing the ocean of blue Columbus' crew crouches, crowded, shrouded, covered in small pox Disease infested rats crawling in the pine box Split second before the never seen land peaks I drill a hole in each ship so every last one sinks Save the natives from decimation, I stand beneath the sun A voice in my head tells me "You'd Better Run" So I... I run
I run until it feels like my lungs will collapse Until it seems as though I'm forever on eternal last laps I run, it's only one day prior to year one Hour before the last supper of supposed God's Son Stop Judas from betraying, keep Jesus alive So all can see that true God is really found on inside Jesus no longer a martyr, now a simple prophet No more future crusades... I ceased it, I stopped it Pontius Pilate peers perplexed at just what I'd done Sets sprinting after me, shouting "You'd Better Run" So I... I run
I run until it feels though my heart will implode Like my blood's reversed direction, ‘til my heart explodes I run I reach a time before time was invented Before the modern man hustled, before the earth was indebted In the land of the Sahara, the first prehistoric man Sits next to me in awe, in his little plot of sand Displays to me the genesis of modern bombs and guns I look at him, sullen, destroy every single one Then, completely content with just what I had done I sit down on the ground, I no longer have to runTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
