On the Run (Tales from Suburbia)
1AM
Autumn wind beats against the windowsill
The drifter's stench
The suburb sleeps
Under the mat is where you keep your apartment keys
Half-beast, half-man, eyes on the price
Bushlurker single-searching under moonshine
Born of hatred, spawn of Satan
Fury and fire raging inside
Mutilation on my mind
Vouyeristic escapism
Kiss of death while you're tucked under the blanket
Gaze on ankles, sandman's gone missing somehow
Psychopathic thirst for pornographic havoc
The clock stops
Sick sack of shit
Soon all hell will break loose so sleep tight
Sleep tight
Standing in the foyer, the flashlight points at the walls
Scanning the scape, a palace just like in Salo
My head is humming, I'm grinning like El Diablo
Gripping the tools of the trade, seeking the nearest backdoor
Catastrophic capabilities
West wing, headed to the bedroom
A diabolic abomination like Bundy
It'll be over soon
Deep darkness permeating
You wake up shaking and shrieking in your new tomb
Writhing in the kitchen like a wounded weasel in season
Pleading
Screaming "Jesus"
Where to go
Where to hide
Stains on floor like red wine
The torso clawed, warped outline
I want more, one more night
I'm on the run again
I'm on the run again
I'm on the run again
Nothing can stop me now
After the feast
The manic pride
I'm headed east
I grab a bike
Skulking the streets
Lock all the doors
I'm off a leash
Like a rabid dog
After the weak
Another body on the street
I see a Honda passing by
'Bout seven feet away
Aim my nine
The bullet flies straight through the car window
The blood dyes my old Nikes when I jump in and speed off
Eyes on the sidewalk for the lost under lamplights
Got no remorse
The distant sirens blasting off
Would rather die than face the court
Enter the highway craving for the main course
I'm on the run again
I'm on the run again
I'm on the run again
Only death can stop me now
Only death can stop this now
Stop this now
Only death can stop this now
Only death can stop this now
Autumn wind beats against the windowsill
The drifter's stench
The suburb sleeps
Under the mat is where you keep your apartment keys
Half-beast, half-man, eyes on the price
Bushlurker single-searching under moonshine
Born of hatred, spawn of Satan
Fury and fire raging inside
Mutilation on my mind
Vouyeristic escapism
Kiss of death while you're tucked under the blanket
Gaze on ankles, sandman's gone missing somehow
Psychopathic thirst for pornographic havoc
The clock stops
Sick sack of shit
Soon all hell will break loose so sleep tight
Sleep tight
Standing in the foyer, the flashlight points at the walls
Scanning the scape, a palace just like in Salo
My head is humming, I'm grinning like El Diablo
Gripping the tools of the trade, seeking the nearest backdoor
Catastrophic capabilities
West wing, headed to the bedroom
A diabolic abomination like Bundy
It'll be over soon
Deep darkness permeating
You wake up shaking and shrieking in your new tomb
Writhing in the kitchen like a wounded weasel in season
Pleading
Screaming "Jesus"
Where to go
Where to hide
Stains on floor like red wine
The torso clawed, warped outline
I want more, one more night
I'm on the run again
I'm on the run again
I'm on the run again
Nothing can stop me now
After the feast
The manic pride
I'm headed east
I grab a bike
Skulking the streets
Lock all the doors
I'm off a leash
Like a rabid dog
After the weak
Another body on the street
I see a Honda passing by
'Bout seven feet away
Aim my nine
The bullet flies straight through the car window
The blood dyes my old Nikes when I jump in and speed off
Eyes on the sidewalk for the lost under lamplights
Got no remorse
The distant sirens blasting off
Would rather die than face the court
Enter the highway craving for the main course
I'm on the run again
I'm on the run again
I'm on the run again
Only death can stop me now
Only death can stop this now
Stop this now
Only death can stop this now
Only death can stop this now
Credits
Writer(s): Timi Tamminen
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