I run
From
The encroaching
Shade
Crawling
O'er
Land
The smoke
Starts to drown
My senses
Take your hands
Off of her
Your heated grip
Has held us
For too long
I was outside
Watching you
Turn on her
Holding my
Sister's hand
Black
Fiery demons
Are filling
The flowing
Fire
Take your hands
Off of me
Your heated grip
Has held me
For too long
She was outside
Watching you
Turn on me
Holding my
Sister's hand
I'm used
To
Running away
From
My
Feelings