8 acessos
We're always outrunning the flood
It leaves us knee-deep in the mud we once rubbed
On our faces while waltzing around with dirt masks
Now the forest asks us if we've noticed
That we've outworn our welcomes
So, run, run, run from the axemen
They've come, come, come for your new skin
Run, run, run from the axemen
They've come, come, come for your new skin
We're always chewing it in the backs of our mouths
To keep our backs washed and clean, or we'd let out howls
Of love so bold and black and mean
It would lock down your knees and block the seeds
Of light they need
So, run, run, run from the axemen
They've come, come, come for your new skin
Run, run, run from the axemen
They've come, come, come for your new skin
We're always outrunning that flood
And I wanna let out howls of love so bold and rough and tough
And black and mean that it would lock down your knees
And block the seeds of light they need
So, run, run, run from the axemen
They've come, come, come for your new skin
Run, run, run from the axemen
They've come, come, come for your new skin