Run on toward a brand new sun.
Move forward. Stop for no one.
Drop from clouds and hit the ground.
Land on your feet in full-blown sprint.

Slide into a brand new scene.
Send that dance floor spinning.
Flinging spit in every direction.
Hitting sheep of plasticine.

This race never ends,
but I'll be ****** if we're not winning.

Climb the ladder to dive again.
The water's warm and waiting.
Pity those stuck indecision.
They'd might as well be *******.

Fly through town while howling loud.
Stick out in crowds of wolves.
The wild ones are homeless now -
forced out of their woods.

I'm not one for promises,
but I'll be ****** if we're not making good.

Spiral in then pinch the seams.
Sealed inside infinity.
Circle round the center like sharks in bloodly seas:
Recyclers of misplaced energy.

Drink it up.
Blast that song.
Crack concrete.
Run on.

Run on.