Running Hard

Running hard towards what used to be

Losing ground in changes sliding endlessly

Reaching out for mirrors hidden in the web

Painting lines upon your face inside instead

Sounds so bad, the music's flat on every line

Songs of blackened lace, know you're dying all the time

Sounds so bad, you let the music take your soul

Slipping through the day, lose the only way you know

Running hard towards what used to be

Losing ground in changes, sliding endlessly

Reaching out for things you want to see

Find reflections of insane reality

Running hard towards what used to be

Losing ground in changes, sliding endlessly

Reaching out for shadows passing through

See the dark around is coming down on you