Текст (слова) песни: Wounded - Running On Empty

Looking at the face of a child who had died so young.
Ill be shooting on the killers that I want to become undone.
That my soul will be the reflection of all that I have done.
Yet Ill be grateful standing in the line with a shotgun.

Im sorry but I think that my sense is running away.
Looking at the animals brutalised day by day.
Ill be here in my head fleeing from the world again
Cutting in the faces of the ones who have wronged again.

There was a man at the top with the devil that was kissing his face.
With the world at his feet he will be spitting on the graves of peace.
With blood on his hands and a hole in his blackened soul.
Im afraid that he will be weak enough to handle the gun once
For once more.
I run away.
Ill keep on running.
Away from here.
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