Y U NO RUN?

Hannes Diem - Wed, 01 Feb 2023 00:00:00 GMT

You're a ten dimensional machinery
You're an engine fluctuating between form and fantasy
Ten thousand gears and pinions grinding day and night
And an insomniac compass navigating though the fright

All the levers stand at full tilt all the time
By now they're barely movable by all the rust and all the grime
And relentlessly you target every peak
Your only option seems: Continue being on a streak!

And through the groaning and the teeming
You hear a thousand voices screaming
Are you insane? What are you doing? Where are you going?

Why the fuck ain't you running? Ain't you running, ain't you running? Running home.

Through impassable realms you creep ahead
The drainers come and gorge and the doubters swarm and spread
Every warning sign, you swiftly brush aside
With a faint determined will and a heart of pain and pride

And through the groaning and the teeming
You hear a thousand voices screaming
Are you insane? What are you doing? Where are you going?

Why the fuck ain't you running? Ain't you running, ain't you running? Running home.