Running, running, that's all we ever do
Running from the enemy...

It all started that stormy night,
when the policeman came to the door...

Ridicule and hatred is all you can hear
Chopped up for flavour and mixed in with fear...

To do list:
Whipe those tears...

Why big brother why?
Did have to end like this...

Take a paper, Take a pen,
Take a story, Take a voice...