Running on Empty Songtext
von The Wounded

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
I′m running away from here
Running away
Away from here.