Running (исполнитель: IAMX)
You sing for me, my friend, Brave and confident, And there [bad word] between your breaths, And I use sense to help. But when the days beneath me, Scream into my present, I must [bad word] the race on my own. Your warmth is in my bed, Your voice above the stairs, And then the touching [bad word] regret, [bad word] my mercy chair. Even when the sun is burning, Saving graces, I must [bad word] the race on my own. Oh the sinking and the scent, Of every saving word. And the [bad word] of all convention, And all [bad word] thought. Dig their nails into my art And instinct shows, I must [bad word] the race on my own. I must [bad word] the race on my own. I must [bad word] the race on my own.