The Running Man - A Global Threat

Spectators clog the walks

Expressions null

All just a flash at my peripheral

Can’t pause for you, so reach out for my hand

Or I’ll pass you by, 'cause I’m the running man

When muscle governs with absurd, clichéd command

In line with greed’s voice, growling for us to stay the plan

It’s all surreal to me

Don’t drag me down into that plot

At least not just because you can

Where plastic people clutch their phones

Where I’m an antiquity alone

Just reach out for my hand

'Cause I won’t watch you fall

'Cause I’m the running man