Tekster: 4-Seamer. Running Scared.

Slowly turning around the corner the sun burns on the back of his neck and
he, he feels, he feels the wind cool his skin. Looking upward he sees the
clouds forming above. It's time, it's time to feel the energy. Fear
gripping clutching him by the hand. Can't wait. No time to hesitate. Heart
pounding. Get the fuck out of here. I told you to run where did you go? I
told you to hide where did you go? I told you to run where did you go? I
hope you hold tight. You see the power walls. -CHORUS- Black skies I can
feel the energy. I think it's time to hide I think it's time to hide. Black
skies I can feel the energy. Suddenly, the clouds blocking the sun leave no,
no sign of hope in this situation: running for the cover ahead. Glass
needles pierce his skin as he runs. Runs further, faster it's just begun.
You can't win. It'll never stop just give in. Let it flow. Feel the
current race through your bones. It's not done. Remeber it's just begun.
-CHORUS- It's getting loud now, It's all coming back to me how? It's getting
strong. It's getting loud now, it's all coming back to me how? It's getting
loud, it's getting loud now, it's all coming back to me how? It's getting
strong. -CHORUS- Right now