Devoid of emotion, was my voice, Hiding from the acts of my choice, From the demons, I had to flee, Nightmares of my past - So bloody Within my own soul - A fugitive be As blood boils at the highest degree, Towers fall and mountains cave This stone heart - Now a runaway Memories proceed to their death Ghost like figures having no breath Running from the graveyard of the past, Stone markings never last Once again - A life born a new Leaving the only thing I ever knew Judgements fly - So it may But we are all our own kind of Runaway.