Running on empty fuel
Running on empty time
Fuel gone all the time
Running man
Marathon criminal
Sun’s down and the justice for all
Take a free taste
Shock the senses
A clip of trees to stop the falling and running
We are running on violence
Silence comes when everyone is peaceful
Bruised hearts fly like convocated fighters finding solace
Fire of the day
Step into the starlight
Running on empty skies, sun and moons sharing the light of the old
Finding gold in the distance.
The road was life,
And the nights was wilting like wasted wreaths for hours of the time
