When you're running out of Gasoline
You must rethink all of your strategies
What am I feeling? How will I feel it?
How it all feels when I'm crawling out my skin
So much of seeing action
Is just for a reaction
The cycles of the crescent moon
The gateway that led back to you
Is constantly revolving
It's evolution calling for the
Cycles of the changing moon
The gateway that led back to you
When you finally think you've won the war
And you've shredded all your vocal cords
What shall we do now? Stitch the cut somehow?
What will I do now? I know it won't be good
When you're running out