(Intro) (Low, raspy spoken growl, dragging each word) It’s the way the wind blows... Listen. (Verse 1) (Vocal fry kicks in; rapid-fire chopper cadence, tight 16th-note pocket) One for the fake, two for the lies, three for the venom behind your disguises Four for the malice you harbor in silence, I’m clockin' the rhythm of all your devices I offered the hand and you took it to snap it, you wanted the credit without having drafted A single blueprint, runnin' your mouth while the blueprint collapses! Was it the envy or path that you chose? Look at the rot as it festers and grows! (Snarl) Cut through the mask, breakin' the mold, leavin' you cold in the dirt where you froze! (Chorus) (Mid-range, strained distortion—Chevelle/Slipknot style gritty hook) You think I’m stupid? Dumb? Think I’m weak?! I saw you comin' from the mountain peak! Ten miles away! Yeah, I saw it! I’m bidin' my time in the belly of shadows, Waitin' right here for the spark to ignite in the dark! (Verse 2) (Heavy vocal fry, full throttle machine-gun chopper flow) Today or tomorrow, the venom, the sorrow, you beg and you borrow, your vision is hollow I lock in the target, no bullet is spared, you were testin' the beast when you should’ve prepared Keepin' it sealed, keepin' it tight, predatory instinct up in the night Choppin' the syllables, droppin' the weight, pickin' up speed at an exponential rate RUNAWAY TRAIN! (Vocal fry scream) Glued to the iron and feedin' off pain! (Bridge) (Drop the beat—sub-bass drone, guttural, rasping whisper) Waitin'... Waitin'... Waitin' to strike. What you gonna do when the ghost hits the light? Are you ready? (Fry accent: NO!) Are you steady? (Fry accent: NO!) You stepped on the third rail—now pay the price. (Verse 3) (Fast, percussive triplet bursts, alternating clean snarls and raspy fry) Four for the shadows, five for the scheme, Did you think you were wakin' me out of a dream? I’m wide awake, razor sharp, cutting through static and settin' a spark Tossin' a pebble right into the cyclone, barkin' at thunder like you own the ozone! Walls closin' in, feel the friction and heat— Every step forward you trip on your feet! (Chorus) (Strained, raw, full grit) You think I’m stupid? Dumb? Think I’m weak?! I saw you comin' from the mountain peak! Ten miles away! Yeah, I saw it! I’m bidin' my time in the belly of shadows, Waitin' right here for the spark to ignite in the dark! (Verse 4) (Accelerating chopper flow, riding aggressive fry vocal tone) Six for the silence and seven for cold, I’m breakin' the spine of the tale you had told Sand on the bedrock, you build up a tower then wonder why gravity swallows the power Drown in the tide of the choices you made, look at the debt that can never be paid Faster and faster, the boiler will blow, Ain't nowhere left in the wreckage to go! (High register vocal fry screech) THE RUNAWAY TRAIN IS THE CHOICE THAT YOU MADE! (Bridge) (Brooding, dry, low-end vocal fry) Waitin'... Waitin'... Waitin' to strike. What you gonna do when the ghost hits the light? Are you ready? (Guttural snap: NO!) Are you steady? (Guttural snap: NO!) You stepped in the path... now pay the price. (Outro) (Exhaled, gritty vocal fry, decaying into silence) Runaway train. Glued to the tracks. (Low laugh) You never saw it coming.
