Escaping to nowhere. Nowhere. You run and find that you are nowhere.
Circles in your paths. Streets are empty.
You'll find chaotic voices in your head guiding false.
You'll never seem to find your way. Streets dark and empty.
Nowhere to trot to. Thoughts of fear in your mind.

All alone. Nowhere to go. You turn on the radio to escape your thoughts.
Nothing seems to make sense. 'Cause everything is grey.
And you'll never find your way.
Lost in you own dismay. Running around with your head
chopped off. You only last a few seconds 'cause your
not. You're not. You're not.