The Race

Lying in wait for the sun to kiss your face
Trying to forget how it’s all a silly race
Waiting for that moment that you never thought would come
Kind of feels like dying

They came out of darkness, out of madness, out of dreams
Hidden in the shadows of a brand new world where nothing’s as it seems
Trickery to make us feel all hope is gone
But we will go down fighting!

Take a look around, hold your breath, prepare to run
Hear the crazy voices screaming «aren’t we having fun»
Blood taste in your mouth, but at least you know that you can’t lose
Because it kind of feels like flying