(Run...)
Like you've done a thousand times as the beast of despair arrives on the scene...
(Run...)
In the hope of inhalating your sin to be once again clean...
(Run...)
Lie awake in the dead of the night whilst being haunted by your thoughts...
(Run...)
If you stay, stay behind, your punishment must be bought...
(Run...)
Don't deny your foolish ways or inatiquit thinking,
Your surrounded by outsiders, and their devilish winking.
These walls have been closing in on you, since the moment of your birth,
You could not see it coming, try for all your worth.
You made a bet that you were sure to lose,
Your life is in your hands, time has come for you yo choose.
Your in a pit that they had planned,
To dig out in your absence.
There's a plaque that reads 'Runaway',
A method of remembrance...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem