On the Run

Cold lips slowly like a black cat In the dark smoked out on my Cadillac Broken mirrors shattered glass I take my revenge, I like bruises on your skin But preach before your sins Get on your knees say amen Cut my red dot on your back And now you're on the run And now you're on the run Who's still standing when the smoke clears Toxins in the atmosphere Looking out your dirty cage Wow I like the smell of fear You had to risk it all 'Cause the wicked they will fall See into my crystal ball On your knees and crawl Cut my red dot on your back And now you're on the run And now you're on the run And now you're on the run Run, run, run, run, run, run, run Run! Run! And now you're on the run And now you're on the run And now you're on the run On the run