Running. I need to get away. People they suck! They're strange! They want what they can't get! Am I that different? Well I'm as dirty as them. But 7 sins ain't enough to feed the monster. The monster in me. Closing. This world is closing down on. Its closing down on me. I need some room to breathe. The atmosphere is choking. Polluted with our sins. This dirt. This dirt it stains my soul. They took it. I replaced it with the wrong approach. Are you that different? Well. You're as screwed as me. I'm twisted and skewed. My vices rooted deeper abuse. Closing. This world is closing down on. It's closing down on me. I need some room to breathe. The atmosphere is choking me. Polluted, polluted with our sins. Now I'm embracing all my flaws. I can't avoid following one with another. I'm stuck using up. I can't avoid following one with another. I'm stuck using up. I can't avoid following one with another. I'm stuck using. Rotten. Forgotten. Can't do nothing. I'm used to feeling stranged. So what? The end, the end is near. Rotten. Forgotten. I can't do nothing. I can't avoid the fall. It always take its toll. I'm using up this soul. We can't avoid the fall. It always takes its toll. We can't avoid the fall. This dirt it stains.