Tekster: Steve Towson. 1 Shot At Freedom. Death Of A Runner.

One more run to make
until all is repaid
one crash could tear it all apart
and it's back to the start
again

as the wind wraps the weathered pane
the pressure it builds inside
one smooth run is all that I need
to reclaim my life

desperation makes acquaintances
allies from opposing sides
but this engine is strong
body is able
capable of keeping it tight

but the wind it wraps on the weathered pain
as the pressure it builds
yes the pressure it builds
the pressure it builds inside
one smooth run is all that I need
to reclaim my life

then there are pigs to the side
vultures to the front
I can feel these legs as they start to run
but the end it screams into my thighs
as I hunger for shelter to hide
the beasts they take delight
as my run for freedom it dies