Where do we go when we have nowhere left to run?
What do we do when we are all out of air?
The sun keeps spinning, well at least we do, but where is there a place to rest?

A barrage of harsh reality, a dose of certain fact.
Complications turning to new sensations, a dimmer star tonight.
Fight or die, you have no choice always facing the blinding light.
A star shines bright, a star never shines, rise oh sun tonight.