Runaway - Eleven

Back at home in glowing caves

He filled the walls in a Shaman’s haze

The hunt was good His fellow beings

Layed down their bones for no extremes

He was cursing at the sky

With carvings on his skin

The wind and thunder howling

And yet there was no sin

But soon his mind expanded to let more symbols in

Now drowning in his choices

The future makes him grin

Runaway, runaway train getting off the track

Runaway, runaway brain with too much on his back

He cast the net on nature’s shore

And in excess he wanted more

He burned the land to have more room

In ugly towns he planned his doom

He was laughing at the few

Who saw what was ahead

And a corporating crew lived for today instead

But now the bridge can fall

It leads him back to reason

Ignoring this here ball

He signs a pact of treason

Runaway, runaway train getting off the track

Runaway, runaway brain with too much on his back

Runaway, runaway train getting off the track

Runaway, runaway brain with too much on his back