You run, you run, you run, to catch up with your stress
And you bitchin' about the fact that everyone is a selfish motherfucker
Though you know that you're not that much better
Collecting stamps, figures, DVDs and stuff
Only to get bored of them after a while, just
Marching to your dance of death
Biting the drums of Hell!
And You run and you run and you run, to catch up with your stresses
But deep down you know, that there's no salvation
All your worries, your sad stories, cannot go away but you try, you try
You try To bury them under layers of booze and drugs and running fast
But then came a day where you had to pay
With the taste of broken bones and torn up flesh
It's a small price to pay to numb your worrying mind
But hey, it's OK if you can stand the pain
"There's so much blood but I don't feel anything"
Have to let out what you can't tolerate, can't comprehend, and make them matter
Every day is a quest to get laid, a quest to find someone that can stand this stress
But no one will ever follow, so you just switch from one to the other
But then came a day where you had to pay
With the taste of broken bones and torn up flesh
It's a small price to pay to numb your worrying mind
But hey, it's OK if you can stand the pain
You need substances to calm your nerves, you're so nervous you can't even stand yourself
Have to let out
"I try to hear my voice again
Through so many meaningless acts of intense
As I grow up I like them less and less
The habit is breaking me down"
"Two eyes for an eye kill or be killed
Were the things that forged me in my age of innocence
All the fairy tales I believed as a kid
Were vanished quickly, can't trace them back"
"There's so much blood but I don't feel the pain
I lay later drunk in morphine"
It's a small price to pay to numb your worrying mind
But hey, it's OK if you can stand the pain