Driving west. Burning daylight and gasoline. I know now what we're running from. I know why we scream. Feeling fate, growing up, getting old. As if by running we won't have to get on with our lives. Lives that we don't want. Tried and tested failures. Production line suicide. Just like all the dead that came before us. We've been lied to. Things will never be ok. So I'm running away. I'm running away from everything. You can have it all. It means nothing to me. I'm running away from nothing. It's the nothingness in life that scares me to death. I'm choking in this town. Dying. Getting closer ever day. We're running away from stagnation and pain. We want more than wasting time waiting for something that will never come. We want more than your dead end living. We want more than your broken dreams. We want more than living because dying is the only other choice.