Running, running, running.. They speak words I cant understand.. "Must get away" I think "Must make it home"
I cant die in this strange place I must make it out alive... Thoughts of my short, but hard life.... Funny what runs through your mind before you die
But I refuse to die I wont accept death... not yet Too much life to live Too much love to give Too much to say Too much to see.. Besides this hell on earth
Why did I come here in the first place?.. For God? For Country? For pride? I'm only a child Who do I think I am?....
Fuck it, I choose death... But not for me Only for you I'm the monster they've created So here I come!... My time may be near But your time is now!