Always all alone, always a step behind.
Running round in circles , trippin in your mind.
Life is simple and reality is cruel.
Everytime you try, you think that you will lose.
Whohoooooooho - time is runing out.
Whohoooooooho - every second counts.
You live in a world, that still hates you.
And the race, is yours to lose.
Your mind is a prison, but you stand tall.
So you move slowly, with your back against the wall.
NO ! Get away.
You better strike.
Reach for your life.
Take control your time is right.
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