Flock's Run

Intro
fading like an old unsolved question, what can you say?
feeling like you've always known the answer but you just wait…
Verse 1
Sitting on your butt in your dimension until the grave
watching all the shit you've got around you, who will you blame?
you better wash your tongue before, you better think a little more on your
tomorrow
no matter what you think your problems are.
Chorus
running through the time looking for salvation
livin' in a world that's colorblind, youʼll go no
redemption
You wash your hands of it
Verse 2
freaking out, a wolves pack near around here, what path you'll take?
freezing by the fear to be the dinner, youʼll bleed again

you better watch your steps before our mother nature does her work, you've no
tomorrow
no matter what you think, you can't escape
Rit/ Bridge
“Why do you think?
Donʼt Ask questions!
Itʼs none of your business.
Shut the fuck up.”
Solo/Rit
I wash my hands of it.