• Run, run, don’t look back and run.
    The feeling of the branches p***k.
    The wind is ripping through my lungs.

    Run, run, don’t look back and run.
    My heart beats out my chest.
    My legs tremble with each step.

    Run, run, don’t look back and run.
    My pupils strain to see in the dark.
    I hear the sound of Flying knives.

    Run, run, don’t look back and run.
    I fell into his trap.
    I feel his eyes on my back.

    Run, run, there’s nowhere else to run.
    I stare into the face of death.
    He knows that I wrote this.
    He sees that you are reading it.
    The next words are all he’ll say.

    “Run, run, don’t look back and run.”