Texty: Heartless Bastards. Nothing Seems the Same.

Oh nothing seems the same
I'm trying to maintain
Spinning round like a hurricane
I don't want to remain

I don't want to fall into
Into the wicked sun
I don't want to fall into
Into the wicked sun

Oh sad sustain
I don't want to remain
I went to solitude
On my escape

I don't want to fall into
Into the wicked sun
I don't want to fall into
Into the wicked sun

I got to keep on running