• I am running strait, but always coming back to the same past.
    I am running from the faceless figure becoming myself
    The road i run is lined with faceless figures
    They ignore my screams
    I run and run
    Screaming for help
    Screaming for freedom
    Freedom from the insanity that wraps its self around me as i run
    On and on
    I run and run
    No one hears my crys
    No one knows my struggle
    The figure slowly catches up
    When will it take me
    And make me another of the faceless figure
    Locked up
    Never remembered
    Gone from everyones lifes