I'm always on the run,
From all the things I've never done,
I can never escape.
Fluid in my lungs,
I've been treading water for so long.

You burn the books you've never read,
Because of what you think they said.

I'm not dead on arrival,
Though I'm up against the ropes,
So I stare into the darkness,
Just to see how deep it goes.

Neon and silhouettes,
Stare at the light and not yourself,
Seems we don't bury our dead.
We watch but we don't learn,
Entertained but unconcerned,
And unaware.

You burn the books you've never read,
Because of what you think they said.

I'm not dead on arrival,
Though I'm up against the ropes,
So I stare into the darkness,
Just to see how deep it goes.

We're told to watch others live our dreams,
So we all sit staring at the screens,
The numbing warmth of the neon blue,
Can't give me something to hold on to.

I'm not dead on arrival,
Though I'm up against the ropes,
So I stare into the darkness,
Just to see how deep it goes.