The hum is at a whole new level
Hearing voices of the angels and devils
My skin's aging before my brain
Looking different, but, I'm thinking the same
I'm running, running out of time
I'm running, running out of time
Full tilt, reckless abandon
I'm a bit broken, but, I'm still standing
My dial's up past eleven
What might be your Hell, you know is my Heaven
I'm running, running out of time
I'm running, running out of time
Danced on the edge of a wrong turn
To the point of no return
Hid my claws for long enough
Now I'm scratching and ripping my way to the good stuff
I'm running, running out of time
I'm running, running out of time
Running, I'm running, running, running out of time
I'm running, running, running out of time
