If I stop running to the outer edge of town
They will find me and make me forget
That when I wake up, two months down the line
I would set out to do it all again
Though I know I might not reach the end

Don’t know nothing of where these sewers lead
I’m just guessing it’s to a brighter place
Where time moves slower and work is off the clock
Where thoughts are happier and never under watch
And I know I might not reach the end
But if I try now something’s bound to break