I'm running out of time
You're running out of time
You're running out of time till the night I pay my fines
Lord of the flys remain disguised
I'm running out of time
You're running out of time
You're running out of time till the night I pay my fines
Lord of the flys remain disguised
You're running outta
I really hated something excess luxurious as I did
Because I know that expense is purity
Finding me in puddles
Backwards in the stubbles
Five o clock shadow
Out the door and I stumble
Could be the comics of this coming of age
Or the day I book a ticket out in search of a sage
Say my fingers getting closer to flame
Hands gripping the throat
I feel never the same
Often it's too hard to cope
I pitch up fires
Disappear slowly
Cut off all my connections
Godfather innner demeanor that's Michael Coley
Omniscient shadows observing behind the curtain
But the show never starts because the lights out of service
So I perform in the dark and I might meet you there
If we speak don't go yeah I 'll leave you right here
In the present in this box in this cage
Key and lock is crazy
Cause I wanna stop this f*cking key
I'm running out of time
You're running out of time
You're running out of time till the night I pay my fines
Lord of the flys remain disguised
I'm running out of time
You're running out of time
You're running out of time till the night I pay my fines
Lord of the flys remain disguised
You're running outta
Transfixed on the hands while I take an awkward stance
And I'm scared of disability to just say f*ck it
I want my cake and wanna eat it with plant based custard
A slice of life and the bitterness tastes like mustard
I can't touch it
No I can't touch it
Can't touch it
Can't touch it
All the time
All the time
Running all the time
Running all the