Texty: Paradise Lost. One Second. Disappear.

In living with a fear of chance
The chance of fears the only reason you're awake,
We decrease in size when burdened with you mind,
But you know escape is to run

In a constant commotion -
When I speak it's revulsion maybe you'll disappear

Recall the past when you were strong
Those distant days it seems are now forever gone,
You'll increase desire to wander and retire,
But you know escape is to run