I'll run, run the length of 3 city blocks, run from problems
Looking over my shoulder, wishing to escape ways to solve them
I run until my legs give out, and the holy ghost is on my tail
I run until my heartbeats grown and my deathly lungs fail

Past tense verbs hang around my lingering soul, evaporating
Leaving rings of left over adrenaline, where wisdom rings
22 years of smoking have left my lungs incapacitated
Until I tripped down dead, without a breath was hesitated

----REWIND----

Confliction emerges from its hidely hold, and I hide in a dumpster
Waiting for trouble to pass, and waiting for all the pasts that were
Feet thud across the ground outside my suffocating domain
My knees cramp, my eyes bleed, even my mid feels my pain

A human figure enters the light outside of my little imprisonment
A warm gun drops in, I Stare in bewilderment, as my wisdoms spent
Darkness once more, and then the top opens and a policeman gasps
Grabs me, cuffs me, brings me to a station and prison attacks

----REWIND----

Fight the fight of a million armies, against the soul of depression
confess to deadly fears with rights of life and lefts of aggression
Punches fall upon the brow of this debate, relieving purposes
Drawing blood of obsession along the left cheek of multiple surfaces

Worthlessness is beyond the realm of actualization, but brawling wins
The fight of fights among the men of this earths shallow form of sense
Shots start falling upon your own body making you fall back
What you thought you won, you lost, and what you have, you lack

Every moment has multiple solutions, in every moment of time
You have to choose right the first time, in life there is no rewind
Every decision alters your fate, makes you run down a different road
Thats the only message this story has to tell, and thats why it has been told...