White Lava

Wanted

They want me dead

They put a price on my head

I collect the tears they shed

Fire

Lights up my face

My scars tell them to run away

I’ve no pity for the deaf to my threat

On the run

My skin stroked by the sun

You hear me …. Run run run

Running

For my life

You’ll soon start digging graves

Kneel down and start to pray

Blood

Smells like freedom

Spilled over pictures of your sons

Ask the sky

If you are welcome

On the run

My skin stroked by the sun

You hear me….. RUN!

Wanted

They want me dead

They put a price on my head

I collect the tears they shed

Love

To be pitiless

Run till you run out of breath

On the run

My face stroked by the sun