In living with a fear of chance

The chance of fears the only reason you're awake

We decrease in size when burdened with your mind

But you know escape is to run

In a constant commotion -

When I speak it's revulsion maybe you'll disppear

Recall the past when you were strong

Those distant days, it seems, are now forever gone

You'll increase desire to wander and retire

But you know escape is to run.