The Run

a black soul, black dynamite

raise the dead, when time is right

i went on that road i'm on to see the dawn again

i feed the mouth with gasoline

i'm a part of the wrecking machine

we have come for the power to unleash the dawn of men

concrete, grey, we belong, separating right from wrong

after all said and done, there's an army of one...

it goes on and on, leave it all alone

on the run tryin' to catch me when i'm gone

it is rolling on, it goes on and on

and all the barricades

are shattered when i'm done

when we were kings, all that we feel

on our throne no more beggars could steal

feel it, the race for the crown is going on again

i seal the seven sacraments

a new religion for the cold and the damned

full steam ahead to get that prophecy fulfilled

raise your dead from the sleep

there's a sacrament to keep

after all dead and gone, there's an army of one

it goes on and on ...

a full resurrection through purgatory

another halo of hypocrisy

renew the walls of the grave once again

and here we go again

it goes on and on ...

i'm the sinner!