Text: Paradise Lost. Dissapear.

In living with a fear of chance
The chance of fears the only reason you're awake
We decrease in size when burdened with your mind
But you know escape is to run
In a constant commotion -
When I speak it's revulsion maybe you'll disppear
Recall the past when you were strong

Those distant days, it seems, are now forever gone
You'll increase desire to wander and retire
But you know escape is to run.