The Running Man
Spectators clog the walks
Expressions null
All just a flash
At my peripheral
Can't pause for you
So reach out for my hand
Or I'll pass you by
Cause I'm the running man
When muscle governs with absurd, cliched command
In line with greed's voice growling for us to stay the plan
It's all surreal to me
Don't drag me down into that plot
At least not just because you can
Where plastic people clutch their phones
Where I'm an antiquity alone
Just reach out for my hand
Cause I won't watch you fall
Cause I'm the running man
Writer/s: A Global Threat
