Running, running running, towards the light
Afraid to be judged by those hiding in plain sight
Fighting to be accepted by the deceptive using shame as their weapon
Their bullets only faze because they neglect to question the reason they’re tempted
Represented by the metaphor of essential stagnation
Yet to repent or have and cast the stone in damnation
While the willing anticipate retaliation
No waiting only creation from the abusive frustration
Let the void be the safe haven for the ones who have had their authenticity mistaken
Never fear those hiding in the light lying in the night
Let them fight for what’s right, fighting for life, projecting their spite
When the void opens up they’ll be dying to die