Texty: Estrange. Run.

My feet hurt
And I can't breath
Let all stars burst
Inside of me

Outside of you
There's always me
Leaving home
With forgotten trips

So I run to you
I will come to you

They're all of one kind
Stillborn and blind
I'll just do
What should have been done

And I'll find a way
I'll savage them all
They'll find but blood on the wall

They'll have to cut me up to find
their viscious restless hearts

Then I'll run to you
I will come to you
I will come to you

Why sort a better life out
Why sort a better life out

So I run to you
I will come to you

If you knew
The consequenses
Of your smile
Would you still smile?

(Thanks to john for these lyrics)