Me — I have my cross to bear. It’s twisted, flying through the air. The
Voices that I hear are muffled. There’s no one left but me to share their
Secrets… I fix my eyes upon the dials and run through the uncharted
Miles of nothing. I chase my tail. I’m chasing trails of hollow promises.
And it’s lonely here, I’m kept alive (somehow). I stay tranquilised. I
Leave — I never quite arrive. Your previous smile is fading. I’d love to
Think that there’s an end just waiting right around the bend, (keep
Falling) every turn’s a tunnel, I descend. I’m the Running Man…
