"Take your pick, bullets or knives
My hands will bring you down, ten seconds gone, you best take flight"
I hear, I run, or die
Ghost of a trail, these prints I leave
Every time I look behind I'm haunted by the scenery
Who's there? I'm hearing things
You play this game too dangerously
Don't write me off yet, I know I still have a few tricks up my sleeve
Let me remind you, let me unwind you before my heart is through beating
Haunt me, hunt me, I'll play the game just so I can see
If I'm worth it, your stolen trophy, just hang me while I'm still bleeding
Another trap, caught within
Frantic flailing suffocating through the sand again
I calm myself to breathe the wind
Jump the river, bank to bank
I know I've seen this before these circles I run are to thank
Same mistake, insane, and shame
Too dangerously you play this game
Shelter to the sea, see the line
I can hear you storming me but I feel the silence on the rise
You're playin' with my mind
Rough and ragged, broken down
There's a light ahead and the water is a welcome sound
As my knees they fall to the ground
And this river red is all around ...
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