Alexipharmic - Run lyrics

rate me

Six AM sunrise shine, define through my eyes

As I dust off the memories of my second life's lies

Another Autumn day forgotten, coalesce and fade away

Start to shimmer with vibrance, vacate, then fade to grey

So I run... I run away

I run until it feels as though my toes will fall off

Until it seems that they've been covered up in frost and then lost

I run until the year is 1998

Standing in the oval office, beg Clinton to vacate

Prevent the trip from being taken down to the cigar store

Prevent Bush from ever getting his foot in the door

Inform Bill of the next years of Hell he'll unleash

Should Republicans ever find the stains on the sheets

Armed guards start towards me, each one drawing their guns

B.C. turns to me and tells me "You'd Better Run"

So I... I run

I run until it feels as though my feet are on coals

Until it seems I have no arches, til I burn off my soles

I run until the year is 1971

In the Vietnam jungles, looking out for Vietcong

Bodies bloodied and bare, strewn about on the ground

Mortars drop through the air, silence screams all around

I place my hands on the eyes of 'blessed' soldiers still alive

The images of war won't always burn in their minds

Behind the enemy lines, separate from Patrol One

The soldier in the foxhole screams, "You'd Better Run"

So I... I run

I run until it feels as though my knees are split in half

Like for hours I've been using a concrete hackey-sack

I run, I'm in Versailles, the year is 1919

Tell Italy, France, and England the future I've seen

I beg them not to be egomaniacal pricks

To look further down the road, not for a simple quick fix

Let Ho Chi Min in, treat Germany better - no question

And effectively quell decades of war and oppression

I'm drawing blank stares from the leaders that have won

Woody Wilson turns to me and tells me "You'd Better Run"

So I... I run

I run until it feels as though my shins are caved in

And I haven't got a clue how I'm running or standing

I run, and now the year is 1618

I'm standing on the shores of Angola between

The first Dutch trader to turn African's into slaves

And the first potential slaves that I'm destined to save

I tell him no way in hell he'll take these people today

And he gets on his ship, never to come back, and sails away

At this point my body's numb, but with countless deeds undone

Get up, dust myself off, and decide I'd better run

So I... I run

I run until it feels like my legs are spaghetti

Until it seems as though my tank has been perpetually empty

I run, and the year is 14 hundred 92

I'm on the lone maiden voyage, sailing the ocean of blue

Columbus' crew crouches, crowded, shrouded, covered in small pox

Disease infested rats crawling in the pine box

Split second before the never seen land peaks

I drill a hole in each ship so every last one sinks

Save the natives from decimation, I stand beneath the sun

A voice in my head tells me "You'd Better Run"

So I... I run

I run until it feels like my lungs will collapse

Until it seems as though I'm forever on eternal last laps

I run, it's only one day prior to year one

Hour before the last supper of supposed God's Son

Stop Judas from betraying, keep Jesus alive

So all can see that true God is really found on inside

Jesus no longer a martyr, now a simple prophet

No more future crusades... I ceased it, I stopped it

Pontius Pilate peers perplexed at just what I'd done

Sets sprinting after me, shouting "You'd Better Run"

So I... I run

I run until it feels though my heart will implode

Like my blood's reversed direction, 'til my heart explodes

I run I reach a time before time was invented

Before the modern man hustled, before the earth was indebted

In the land of the Sahara, the first prehistoric man

Sits next to me in awe, in his little plot of sand

Displays to me the genesis of modern bombs and guns

I look at him, sullen, destroy every single one

Then, completely content with just what I had done

I sit down on the ground, I no longer have to run