Running away from the arms of death.
Regretting every breath we spent.
Caught in circles and games, playing tricks and things.
Ensembles of life's memories.
Best to worst to strike fear.
He can't take over me, he can't win.
Death might be his game, but I'm playing life.
I've found a light and I'm not letting go.
I'm winning this fight.
But the fights only just begun..
