Give your life So I can breathe Save your life It's all we need Silent all your life Running without vision Hollowed out inside Wronging all that's right There's no cause to be allarmed

For every crack, scratch and scar on this guitar She's the place I go When there's nowhere left to run to She's the one I hold When there's no one to hold on to She's been with me late at night When I was drowning in the dark She heard my every word When

Let the song go All we ever need is a reason for a revolution So I run with the sun and the air til I feel it Run away to something I believe in The only place to go is where my heart beats faster I wander forever to find it, remember There’s nothing

Why do I feel so numb Is it something to do with where I come from Should this be fight or flight Helpless hysteria A false sense of urgency Trapped in my phobia Possessed by anxiety Run, try to hide Overwhelmed by this

Death from within On the march, no place to run Time has come, no where to hide The moon is red, no one is safe From spilling blood, no living thing survives Here they fight, regretting nothing Here you die, the walls are caving in Nothing left, a lethal

Blood of a slave, heart of a king Uh, you know I still run with that, that blood of a slave Boiling in my veins It's just hot until a nigga can't take it no more Turn my voice up Ayo, the brother is "stillmatic" I crawled up out of that grave, wiping the

With this pain inside of my chest Got no choice but to carry on, uh How did you get here? I'm drunk and confused High up, but you fall down harder Carry on, life flies, so just carry on I tried to be patient with you Trapped in the concept

Scour the house, flip the wig, Shake the tree, Your whereabouts are known Until your whereabouts are known to me Your whereabouts are known to me You with the jaundiced eyes, Drunk on your own reflection Propped up with desks and flags, Eight chairs

The dog days are over The dog days are done 'Cause here they come Can you hear the horses Run for your children for your sisters and brothers Can't carry it with you if you want to survive Happiness, hit her like a train on a track Coming towards her,

On some beach, somewhere On some beach Driving down the interstate Running thirty minutes late Singing Margaritaville and minding my own Some foreign car drivin' dude with a road rage attitude Pulled up beside me talking on his cell phone