we're always outrunning the flood

it leaves us knee-deep in the mud we once rubbed


on our faces while waltzing around with dirt masks

now the forest asks us if we've noticed

that we've outworn our welcomes



so, run, run, run from the axemen

they've come, come, come for your new skin

run, run, run from the axemen

they've come, come, come for your new skin



we're always chewing it in the backs of our mouths

to keep our backs washed and clean, or we'd let out howls

of love so bold and black and mean

it would lock down your knees and block the seeds

of light they need



so, run, run, run from the axemen

they've come, come, come for your new skin

run, run, run from the axemen

they've come, come, come for your new skin



we're always outrunning that flood

and i wanna let out howls of love so bold and rough and tough

and black and mean that it would lock down your knees

and block the seeds of light they need



so, run, run, run from the axemen

they've come, come, come for your new skin

run, run, run from the axemen

they've come, come, come for your new skin

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