Down on my knees
Down on my last dying breath
Running round
Running through trees
Run for this unrest
Down on my knees
Down on my last dying breath
Running round
Running two, three
Run, running
Fall dressed in the innocence
Dressed up in this testement
Where do you run
Where do you hide
Where do you see the light
Inside my head
Inside this mind
Where do you see this side
Where do you run
Where do you hide
Where do you fall
Forced into the grave
And he sees no reason
This is a fire and it's not for treason
Truth is never in
For it's not the season
This is a fire
This is fuel to the fire