We stand between the games you play. While you keep moving any which way. Your talking with a mouth full, you're on the run. A time bomb ticking against the setting sun. Your heartbeat is the only indication. Your still ahead of the hunters that chase you. Trapped with nothing but the fix you bought. A fish out of water now, about to get caught. We're looking from the outside as you pass by. Just another river about to run dry. Your heartbeat is the only indication. You're still ahead of the hunters that chase you. You're living for the one time. Fighting the flatline.