It's day one on the run The years in the dark have weakened my bones and sight Got no knife and no gun They try to catch up, tracking me day and night Always moving in fear Days have passed by, still surrounded by woods and reed And I start to see clear They won't need me alive, they just (have to) wait, let me bleed It's better to die on your feet Than to live on your knees Spent years in despair and concrete Longing for peace I will finally break free again to be... They picked up the trail Bullets cut through, it's almost too dark to see I'm about to fail I won't get away - a shot ends my plan to flee It's better to die on your feet Than to live on your knees Spent years in despair and concrete Longing for peace I will finally break free again to be... And if you're trying to break free Try not to end up next to me While worms are crawling through my corpse You better know: There's no resort