I feel as if the ground I walk crumbles

The world I've held so dear is deteriorating

with every step I take I can hear the rumbles

With each move I make I get put into checkmate

This life I once knew as been torn asunder

And the thread used to stitch it is weak and evil

With each day that goes by the good goes under

And just to keep it from collapsing I must run for miles

Away from that which I despise the most

I must escape from this world

For I refuse to be the host

I refuse to go cold