Heroes of democracy and readiness to danger

They gotta be real worried ‘cause the wolves are coming at their door

Mystery of pregnancy in toxic relegation

People go to parties to mistake them for what they are not

But I feel like I’m running, and there’s nothing like running

Lock you up inside this world and I lead you to the desert

Take care of the reasons of this populated waste of time

Towers in the ashtray they are making us unwanted

Thinking of a question to be part of this magnetic field

But I feel like I’m running, and there’s nothing but running

Of all the tricks that I have done, the one I choose…

From all the wrecks that I have fixed I’ve been removed

One time I’ve opened up the letter

Safe, but

Cringing at it