Looking behind me, tripping as i turn.
I got places to be, and pathways to burn.
I am an agent of freedom, a runner of these walls.
You may think you've got me, you must know nothing at all.
I blaze my path of redemption, you will move or burn too.
These lies they feed you about us, they are simply not true.
They have tried to catch me, but their trust makes them weak.
For it is only truth and freedom, that runners like me seek.

I traverse this city of glass, this prison of closed thoughts.
People all obey here, it's how they've been taught.
Our enemies do not understand us, our fellow runners do,
they make their mark here, as can you.
Information is everywhere, but the truth hard to find.
People do not question these rules, they simply abide.