R4ML Illogic

Running for my life (x11)

[Verse 1]
They heard clockwork in film class
Saw each verse disperse clouds of tear gas
With each word we will the power that fear has
Running for my life (x3)
Open book, divine script on each page, I
Didn't look but took notes on blind faith
A captured rook won't throw curves, just keep straight
Running for my life (x3)
I'll give credit but hit debit for cash back
My chill method: post skill ethics on Snapchat
I spell legend of salad dressing is hazmat
Running for my life (x3)
Let’s embrace the kiss of audible distortion, just in case we miss its biblical proportions
Sip the Bliss when bent in plausible contortions
Running for my life (x3)
Hunger for peace but war settles the appetite
Silence speaks volumes, a screaming sacrifice
Now they teaches social media by candlelight
Running for my life (x3)
It’s hard to swallow truth when chased with ambiguity
Further proof you're a shadow of who you used to be
No mascots to choose, it's just you and me
Running for my life (x3)
We cut records on shattered dreams
A past checkered and scattered across the mezzanine
Potent pieces of penmanship with image clean
We’re on the treadmill and still it seems that I’m
Running for my life (x10)