Running A.D.

Running A.D.

Intrigued by it's beauty, in the beginning
It seem a game, no prize for the winning
In depth in thought, you further your course
Your scared of your findings, but not of remorse
You follow their lead, the other side's players
No rules you will find, you're a doer not sayer
Your thoughts not so bold, taking your breath
Tearing your soul, running after death

Beating the clock, to open the box, open new doors you thought would always be locked
Blow by blow, he slowly comes whole, hammer and nail he draws strength from the floor
A call in the night, to save your life, to wake you from sleep, save you from strife
Save you from strife

New feeling arise, they open your eyes, to ones larger than life such a pleasant surprise
Your drawn by the fear, feel it so near, you don't know the difference you no longer hear
Pleasure and pain, it isn't a game, enjoy one as the other so close to the same

You walk the hallway of eleven arches
The dark pathway of your dreams
It reeks of fright, the only light
Is the darkness of your screams
Of your screams

Breaking away, you think you can win, the chains that suspend you are made up of sin
You taste of you freedom, and others entail, partially winning in ending you fail
Cenobites chatter, female, lead, casting you deeper, your lust and your greed
The walls throw you out, the hooks pull you in, suspend you above, there's no way to win

Walk the hallway back to your room
The dark pathway of your dreams
It reeks of fright, the only light
Is the darkness of your screams
Running the hallway back to the room
The only safe salvation
Leaving behind such a sweet, horrid life
Made up of sorrow and aggravation