Foreboding walkways
With weight of a million wreaths
Pulling in the walls

Wreaths

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