I am still running
Still hiding
From the haunting memories
And the troubling thoughts

Sometimes i still hear the screams of the lost
And the crying of the innocent

When i walk down the mad road of life
I still see the shadows and the shapes of the past

When the sun goes to sleep
And the moon keeps watch
The monsters from the past return
To torment me in the future

The cruel irony is that
I can not escape
Because one cant escape from ones mind