Project 86
Run
Your weakness is numbing my brain A lack of love for my life means more than the pain
So erase those weak commitments No choice, no way I'm acquitted You'd better build another cross to hang another life My immeasurable gain is your loss So now run from the sights Disease infects the paths to birthrights Martyrs, not popular charts Consequence rules the sects of mine Hindsight throws the minds to past lives
Death is all around me
But now I'd rather die than follow mediocrity Disown my flesh, no loopholes to gain Strain on my face sustained Devotion, not a false witness Wake up and smell the ashes Martyrs, not popular charts Run with the rest of the masses, I choose to stand
From Letras Mania