RUNNING FROM HIS SHADOW STANDING IN THE COLD RAIN HIDING FROM THE WILD WOLVES TO BE SOBER AGAIN HE’S ANOTHER VICTIM OR MAYBE HE’S TO BLAME HOW MUCH IS YOUR PLEASURE TO THROW IT ALL AWAY TEMPERATURE IS RISING TO THE LIMIT OF YOUR PAIN HE’S GOT NO HORIZONS JUST THE VISION OF A DESERT LAND DIVING INTO THE BLACK HOLE SINKING IN THE QUICKSAND CELEBRATING SORROW JUST AROUND THE BEND CAUGHT UP IN THE MIDDLE OF BAD LUCK AND FATE HE’S ANOTHER SOLDIER WHOSE BATTLE NO ONE GIVES A DAMN BEAT IS PARALYZING FALLEN TEARS FROM A COLD SWEAT WORDS NEVER SPOKEN HE’S TRYING TO GET AWAY RUN, MIDNIGHT WANDERER RUN, MIDNIGHT WANDERER HE’S THE STORYTELLER NOBODY WILL BELIEVE HE’S THE DRUNK DRIVER IN THE MIDDLE OF A DEAD END STREET JUST ANOTHER VICTIM OR MAYBE HE’S TO BLAME HE’S ANOTHER SOLDIER WHOSE BATTLE NO ONE GIVES A DAMN JUST ANOTHER DREAMER PICKING UP HIS PIECES JUST A BRAVE SURVIVOR OR MAYBE JUST A GREAT MISTAKE RUN, MIDNIGHT WANDERER RUN, MIDNIGHT WANDERER RUN, MIDNIGHT WANDERER RUN, MIDNIGHT WANDERER RUN, RUN, RUN