Run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, r u n
Every town will be surrounded
By a throng of marchin' death
Delicious the riches, they glisten ahead
Moral of the Story: All of your problems can be solved with mob violence.
I'm not myself. I don't feel anything: Patient stable.
‘You are safe now’
‘You’ve been running for so long, why not rest?’
You've been here before. You've just forgotten.