Hide your smile, lower your head,
You're gone and done, that's what she said
Hold your gun, take on your side
Don't be afraid, son, it's just killer's pride.
We are running, we're heading toward the wall,
It's a giant, but we're just too small.
The war has started, are you ready to fight?
The night has come, but there ain't no moonlight.
The door was closed day before yesterday
The greasy old poet has no word to say
I see the lost children with their broken names,
Moms are crying but there's nobody to blame
The starving sword, you know, it's so filthy
It opens its mouth, and swallows you and me,
The war has started, but I'm not ready to fight
The night has come, but I don't see no moonlight.
(we're) Running to the Deadend