You’re never gonna catch me,
you won’t find me in a restaurant.
I hate to admit it,
but if you follow me,
you’ll die.
Your never gonna find me.
I’m like a bomb on a flock of doves.
You say,
that I’ll make the pages.
Will you live so see me all night?
Or will you just come up short?
But now,
as I crawl through the streets.
Avoid every person I met.
A prayer won’t save me,
will you let me live?
Right now,
as I have a hit list of every leader.
You pursue me,
like a shadow on the wall.
Could you find me,
would you let me live?
All I can say now,
is if you ever find me.
Will you stop me,
or join in on the fun?
