keep running, keep running in place

I swear to god I hear your voice outside of the window.

Heroin, where did you take my friend?
Tell me why, those ropes are hanging high?

Arthritis in her fingers, carpal tunnel in her wrists
‘Bout to feed her kids at night sit between her legs and twist
While she listen to the oldie soap operas smoking bogies

The fire is spreading, and no one wants to speak about it.

Could be worse….quite doubtful.

Seek to trigger the fright inside

Conquer your fears and kill your courage

they take advantage of you.  they would be nothing without you

Still I pray to get my hands around the neck of the man with the whip

Well, I guess God was a lot more demonstrative, back when he flamboyantly parted the sea.