Years in the Dark - Hackneyed

It’s day one on the run

The years in the dark have weakened my bones and sight

Got no knife and no gun

They try to catch up, tracking me day and night

Always moving in fear

Days have passed by, still surrounded by woods and reed

And I start to see clear

They won’t need me alive, they just (have to) wait, let me bleed

It’s better to die on your feet

Than to live on your knees

Spent years in despair and concrete

Longing for peace

I will finally break free again to be…

They picked up the trail

Bullets cut through, it’s almost too dark to see

I’m about to fail

I won’t get away — a shot ends my plan to flee

It’s better to die on your feet

Than to live on your knees

Spent years in despair and concrete

Longing for peace

I will finally break free again to be…

And if you’re trying to break free

Try not to end up next to me

While worms are crawling through my corpse

You better know: There’s no resort