On my storm, on your sea
We aren't invited
To see the show in peace
When I turned into
A violet seaweed
When our names turn into used
Make your feet
Running on your way
Make your feet
Running on your way
Twenty four hours a day
Under arrest while
Gods drink to obedience
Make your feet
Running on your way
Make your feet
Running on your way
Running on to hell
Running on your way
Running on your way
After all this time
You can fall apart
After all this time
They have never stopped
After all the tracks
You marked on my eyes
Well, I'm not encased
On my own mistake
Make your feet
Running on your way
Make your feet
Running on your way
Running on to hell
Running on your way
Running on your way
