In living with a fear of chance,
the chance of fear
the only reason you're awake,
we decrease in size
when burdened with your mind,
but you know escape is to run,
In a constant commotion
when i speak
it's revulsion
maybe you'll disappear
Recall the past when you were strong,
those distant days
it seems are now forever gone,
you'll increase desire
to wander and retire,
but you know escape is to run