No. Not like that. If you run... run real. Don’t run pretty, don’t pose scared I can taste when fear is prepared Don’t look back just for the show I know the difference, I know Give me breath that breaks the line Give me instinct, sweat, and spine Give me pulse that kicks the floor Make the hunt worth need more Faster. Harder. Lose the script. Don’t run pretty Run like you know I’ll win Don’t run pretty Let the trouble drag you in Don’t run pretty Run alive Let your heartbeat Cut the lights Don’t run pretty Run for truth I want the wild Where the shame gets wet of you I don’t want a fragile act I want the flesh answering back I want the stumble, turn, and grin The little beast beneath the surface Prey is not a helpless sound Prey is music underground When you flee and mean it right You make my craving feel alive Ha! Move! Ha! Breathe! Ha! Good! There is no shame in being chased No shame in wanting to be faced No shame in feeling every nerve Curve toward what it does not deserve So run until the mask is gone Run until your fear sings on Run until I know it’s true Then I will close the song on you Don’t run pretty Run alive Let your heartbeat Cut the lights Don’t run pretty Run for truth I want the wild Deep in the dare of you Better. Again.
