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No one escapes the setting sun

Keep running faster and faster

Until there’s nowhere left to run

A father mourns his only son

We will set him free

When the morning comes

Irony’s lost

On the lost ones

The victims of loss

Those who’ve been forced to carry the cross

For tyrants who love playing God

No one escapes the setting sun

Keep running faster and faster

Until there’s nowhere left to run

A father mourns his only son

We will set him free

When the morning comes

When the morning

Rises

To blood-soaked silence

Our song of violence

The only way we know how to live

We’re the hopeless virus

Clothed as the righteous

Beg us unto thee

No one escapes the setting sun

Keep running faster and faster

Until there’s nowhere left to run

A father mourns his only son

We will set him free

When the morning comes

When the morning

When the morning comes

When the morning comes

When the morning comes

There’ll be nowhere left to run

When the morning comes

You can’t escape the setting sun

When the morning comes

There is nowhere left to run