Eyes like a search light at night. Aimed at the sky, there ain't no doubt. They'll shoot you out for what you're about. Dodging these bullets they aim for you.
You try to run just as fast as you can. But hurry, their getting close. You run out of breath from you fighting their hands. They're tearing at your clothes.
The feeling begins, I never ever want it to end. So, I try getting high, how I kept trying to fly. Trying to make it again, recreate it with friends. .