You say you're tired of the ache,
You say you're not that type of guy.
You say you want to take a break,
And you just say "goodbye".
Overreaction...
You think you are above this all,
'Cause you want to quit the race.
But your decision has its toll,
And your card is not an ace.
Overreaction...
You have great dreams about pure life,
But they are dreams - and nothing more.
You say the race is evil, foul,
Corrupted to the core.
Overreaction...
Perhaps the race is foul indeed,
But it's not you to decide;
For on this race we people feed,
And if you quit - you die.
Overreaction...
You run,
You coward, all the doors are closed in front of you.
You run,
But you shall break and fall before the day is through.
But you just run,
Like from a gun,
And you cannot slow down.
Keep running... keep running or join!
Keep running... keep running and die.
