Wounded – Running On Empty

Running On Empty

Looking at the face of a child who had died so young.

I’ll be shooting on the killers that I want to become undone.

That my soul will be the reflection of all that I have done.

Yet I’ll be grateful standing in the line with a shotgun.

I’m sorry but I think that my sense is running away.

Looking at the animals brutalised day by day.

I’ll be here in my head fleeing from the world again

Cutting in the faces of the ones who have wronged again.

There was a man at the top with the devil that was kissing his face.

With the world at his feet he will be spitting on the graves of peace.

With blood on his hands and a hole in his blackened soul.

I’m afraid that he will be weak enough to handle the gun once

For once more.

I run away.

I’ll keep on running.

Away from here.