As I run through these empty streets
My face hastily heats
There is the past to out run
Which has fired from a gun
A bullet piercing the air
And misses me by a hair
But it reels back
With another pac
And will never stop firing
Until it hears my last breath expiring
I just feel like the past is haunting me, and no matter where I go or how hard I try to escape it, it will not leave me be. It will destroy me in the end, I will destroy me in the end.