three years and
nowhere to run to
(the hiding places
are all gone now)
one by one
they find you and
they break you and
they make you tell

the clock is ticking
the tiny trickles of
sand slip slowly down
youre running out of time
youre running so fast

(but not fast enough)
after three years of running
youve run out of places to hide and
they find you here
(at the end of your strength
and then)
they drag you
and drag you
away from your final
hiding place