Run.

Wild Beasts - The Fun Powder Plot, Lyrics here: http://www.songmeanings.net/songs/view/3530822107858789838/

"Run"

Run, run,

As fast as you can.

Step up your speed.

A life is on the line...

And time is real.

Cold feet, slow your pace...

As nervous as they are blue,

They are weakened bamboo.

Bones brittle, with a lack of snow shoes,

Your feet hurt, and your knee shivers,

Your spine rattles.

Please be hiding.

Please be safe.

Don't run...

For your toes can't take it.

Be shy,

Don't whimper...

Don't cry.

Hold your hands

Around your shins,

Lay your chin

Tight with your wrapped arms.

Keep those warm,

Help . . .

Is on the way.

My fingers tremble,

And they shake . . .

Through this blistering cold winter

I wake, thighs high,

I must crown the white queen.

My gut hungers for her...

My chest heaves,

My pores,

Breathe.

My body seethes,

With chattering cold teeth.

I cover my neck,

Gray hairs frozen.

I shake away the ice.

With warm fingers,

My fur, I vice.

I yawp and I pant,

I lick snow covered lips,

My eyes soar...

Through clouds,

Dazzling frigid mist,

I claw my fist into the cold ground

And cover the snow with a trail of warmth.

My trench grows,

Rested on my shoulders.

And as my heart accelerates,

I stride longer;

I trample with lasting effort.

Many howling faces,

Haunt her dreams...

Yellow eyes to watch.

Breath weak with shivers,

Mind tied into knots.

Hooked nails twitch,

Hunched sway . . .

With a lurking itch.

Fanged teeth,

And monstrous maws.

Snouts sniff,

For fresh meat.

They are after her,
She looks away.
If she hears its brayin.

She hopes help is on the way...

Because here she cannot stay.

For she lacks any headway.

So close,

But no . . .

Still afar.

I bound through this wreck,

With steady clenched eyes,

My lust now direct,

Across this frosty field.

My glowing eyes,

See partner.

Where we dwell,

But I do not wonder.

We are instinct,

Nothing else, we are bothered.

Through the blizzard,

A light, I see.

A cave, can it be?

Harshly laid rumors say,

It is where, the evil will lay.

It is where I will enter,

Into the core...

It is the cure,

Where destiny lays.

Where the mind frays,

A buffet,

That hears, fear is delivered,

Upon a plate.
Served with running souls,

Not caught...

Only freshly slayed.

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