(Verse 1) The screen's a liar, a flickering god, Spitting out futures, a twisted, cruel fraud. A nation's amusement, a televised fight, Where shadows dance darkly and justice takes flight. Ben Richards, a number, a pawn in their game, Running for freedom, whispering his name. Through concrete canyons, a desperate escape, From hunters relentless, a merciless shape. (Verse 2) The cameras are watching, a million eyes stare, At a desperate struggle, beyond all compare. A chase through the city, a symphony of fear, With every heartbeat, the end drawing near. The audience roars, their thirst never quenched, For blood and for sorrow, a future unfenced. He runs for his life, a fugitive's plea, A rebellion ignited, for all eyes to see. (Chorus) The Running Man, a phantom in flight, A symbol of defiance, against the dark night. He's hunted and haunted, a prisoner of fame, But the spirit untamed, still whispers his name. A system collapsing, a truth laid bare, In the glare of the spotlight, a desperate prayer. The Running Man's legacy, etched in the screen, A whisper of freedom, a powerful scene. (Verse 3) The hunters pursue him, with weapons of dread, Their faces obscured, their motives unsaid. They're tools of the system, devoid of all grace, Chasing a shadow, in this desolate place. But Ben finds his allies, in unexpected ways, In the hearts of the broken, the lost in a haze. A flicker of hope, in a world gone astray, A spark igniting, a brighter new day. (Chorus) The Running Man, a phantom in flight, A symbol of defiance, against the dark night. He's hunted and haunted, a prisoner of fame, But the spirit untamed, still whispers his name. A system collapsing, a truth laid bare, In the glare of the spotlight, a desperate prayer. The Running Man's legacy, etched in the screen, A whisper of freedom, a powerful scene. (Outro) The screen goes to black, the story untold, But the question remains, brave and bold: Can one man's defiance, a system subdue? The answer is hidden, waiting for you. The Running Man runs, forever he'll run, Until the dark empire, its wicked game's done. Until the dark empire, is finally undone.
