Well the hour of your bedtime's Long been past I can tell when you rub your eyes Won't you run come see St. Judy's Comet Roll across the skies And leave a spray of diamonds In its wake I long to see St. Judy's Comet Sparkle in your eyes

She told me put my heart in the bag (In the bag) And nobody gets hurt (Nobody) Now I'm running from her love, I'm not fast (Fast) So I'm making it worse (Making it worse) Now I'm digging up a grave, from my past I'm a whole different person (A whole

Disarm the lies that follow you Will the truth soon see you through? Disarm the pain that's burning through A river runs through the path you walk Got to find a way to carry on through this Ghosts from the past like a noose around your throat A constant

To spill your blood to become our wine Children Of Bodom, angry are rising Running amok slaying with a sense of desire From the twilight of the past, (among) the victims who died Something wild has survived In the silence of darkness, among the shadows

Run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run You better make your face up in Your favorite disguise With your button down lips and your Roller blind eyes With your empty smile And your hungry heart Feel the bile rising from your guilty past With your nerves in

Tired of the runnin' Runnin' from the law Said I'm tired of the runnin' Baby you gotta believe me Baby ya gotta believe me I'm sittin' on my porch watchin the law As they ride past in their patrol cars So tell me why I feel the enemy They're supposed to

It's only life Getting louder all the time Do you, do you wanna bleed? Do you, do you wanna live in vain? She's so afraid to kiss And so afraid to laugh Is she runnin' from her past? She's so afraid of love Is so afraid of hate

Justa creepin' Run from the past, Hide from the mirror, And live in a glass, What dreams forget the whiskey remembers, Kinda like molasses in a late December. Creepin', creepin', creepin', creepin' Like a honybee beatin' on my screen door,

I'm running from my past (Bane) That's why I wear the mask The devil out to get me, moving pretty fast Head on collision, I'm tryna avoid the crash (pain) These blood sucking leeches, all they want is the cash You don't get the picture, it could be gone