Like these seven claws of pain The rain is coming down against List. A thousand miles away Comes undone. It's better to run With the wind. Like dust to fade Again it aches Sky spreads open wide as the loosened ties Make him seem given to fly Staring and waiting to die Uncomfortable to live this life But at least he tried Knowing when he's gone that sure it'll hurt Caused by the fact that the sun feels nothing But at least that's something Though this exit was meant for you You won't realize and you won't care Does he care? Through the days he was facing the ground, Broken Did you win? Though his destiny, the words he speaks Do they mean a thing? You might think he's living a dream But can't you see his nightmare? Trying to run and hide from the devil He surely knows but he can't find What more could he ask for?