Marathon Man letra

Running, nothing but running, just running, nothing but running. We are the guards, we are the sentinels.
We are the police and we are the bureaucrats. We are the workers so we are the replacables and exposables.
Running, nothing but running. A slight unease and a nervous smile make less than minimum wage for buffering between the upper and lower classes. Not until we, who struggle for our petty privelage, stop chasing empty goals can we set our own pace.
Running, nothing but running, just running, nothing but running.

Lack - Letras

• 5 O'clock In The Evening
• Achilles And The Tortoise
• Dawn
• Deserters
• Disburden
• Falling From The Peak Of Truth To The Catastrophe Of The Dissillusioned
• Great Russian Nihilists
• Kill Britney
• Marathon Man
• New American Century.org
• Pessimist Poetry
• Primo Levi
• Ritornello
• Simonix
• Solipsist Letter To The World
• Soot, Smoke & Ash
• The Gay Revolution
• The Only Thing That Can Save Us Is Despair
• When Even The Most Honest Of Emotions Turns Into A Commodity
• Zur Genealogie Des Modernen Menschen