For decades and
decades
You've hunted us down
Body count rising or descending to the ground
The concrete jungle closes
The silence surrounds
The only thing heard is
Your heart as it pounds
Sweat pours from your skull
Afraid to turn around
Looking over your shoulder
What was that sound?
Sick of it all no more you can take
The running's slowed down
Your spines about to break
My sights lined up you don't have a clue
Should I make my move, what should I do?
The chase is almost done
The oppression forgot
I've escaped with my life by the grace of God.