Running through the fire, they took all I've got
Tore it all away but not my blood
Not my blood
Up in the air, birds they merge and part
Got the fuel pumping through me, like they do
Like they do
Marking his prey and he's heading right for it
Round the corner there's got to be something true
Something true
From a distance it grows stronger
I con't see it but I feel it
I feel it
From inside and within these walls
through the window its all right, its alright
But outside and on the streets
It's all a mess, it's all a mess

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