Eleven

Runaway

Eleven


Back at home in glowing caves
He filled the walls in a Shaman's haze 
The hunt was good His fellow beings 
Layed down their bones for no extremes 
He was cursing at the sky 
With carving on his skin 
The wind and thunder howling 
And yet there was no sin 
But soon his mind expanded to let more symbols in 
Now drowning in his choices 
The future makes him grin 
A runaway, runaway train getting off the track 
A runaway, runaway brain with too much on his back 
He cast the net on nature's shore 
And in excess he wanted more 
He burned the land to have more room
In ugly towns he planned his doom 
He was laughing at the few 
Who saw what was ahead 
And a corporating crew lived for today instead 
Now the bridge can fall
It leads him back to reason 
Ignoring this here ball 
He signs a pact of treason