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in my room
under the walls
there is a fragile voice crying help me oh God
covered in light i flee from the fright
that someone in there could be stealing my tears
so i run from the streets
and the pale city lights
always
feeding my freight and its huge appetite

And the hunt continues whereever i go
with the voice in my room still going strong
and the faster i run the voice runs along
the fragile voice is now two screaming lungs
...
run stupid run
muscles pumping
adrenalin jumping
...

im in a movie
an action-packed thriller
where the old clichées
and the lines are the same
but the pain and the fright is perfectly clear
if this was a comic my friends would be here
but all that i hear is the voice from the walls
screaming to God through the pipes of my ears

slowly but steady
the voice grows a face
something familiar
and then it hits me
like a punch in the face

the voice in the walls
is a perfect reflection
of my childhood days

run stupid run