Run کے بول

Dark rings 'round her eyes where her face hit the floor Bleak days, long nights, tensing when she hears the door Ten thousand secrets locked up in her head She needs to escape or she's gonna wind up dead Call me a sinner-man, I would feed him cinnamon No water in his hands, he needs to understand I can't forgive a man of so many sins He broke a mother's heart, he bit into her kids Violence dripping from your gold ring Attack her while she's sleeping Excess to a rifle, it's time to get up and Run, run, run Young love was not only then the penny dropped Face stern, big man, heavy boots, a heavy hand Lost in the chaos of a million things All down to the burden of a plain gold ring Piece by piece, she puts together what is left Down on my knees, doused in holy water, undressed Calling on the gods to come and take him away Take him away, take, take him away Violence dripping from your gold ring Attack her while she's sleeping Excess to a rifle, it's time to get up and Run, run, run Violence dripping from your gold ring Attack her while she's sleeping Excess to a rifle, it's time to get up and Violence dripping from your gold ring Attack her while she's sleeping Excess to a rifle, it's time to get up and Run, run, run