Running overtime, we're going to run them out
stepping over lines, we're going to cross them out
people in the street, they always start to shout
children in the heat, we better drown them out
People never know, what it is they scream about
i have slowly grown; grown apart from myself
working in the sun, the days that ware us down
water falling on our tongues, it makes us slowly drown.
Think that you're the one, these people shout about?
you are one of those i could care less about
burning on a flame, held high by those we trust
betraying our own names, our bodies slowly rust