Sand silently falling, grain after grain

Constraints gradually increasing, chain after chain

Monsters in every shape, in every crack, in every corner

Hungry for your flesh, the next more horrifying than the former

Hungry for your soul and I am running

Take offs and landings, plane after plane

Criticism endlessly expressed, complain after complain

Lives so fragile, so sensitive, so unstable

Famish and fear, the necessities so unavailable

And I am running, and I am running