How do you know when to stop When you have never gone too far? When there is no finish line When nobody has made it a crime You keep on running Keep on hurting Every single time
You went to the trouble of buying me a leash Except my neck was already occupied by a rope So you tried to use the rope as a leash Marvelling at your ingenuity Only to find you were dragging along my dead body I suppose that dead is better than nothing