I went from Hellmond to LAWith a backpack of hypocrisyPointing me the wayto the ultimate blasphemyflew right back to francemy courage dropped right in my pantsso I headed back homeonly to be sent awayso I tried to hunt it and grab itas long as I had itI didnât care what I lostintegrity I couldnât seebut all the negativityalready shaken offpointing the fingerto those that lingeredhung around for too longthe cities looked the same to meI might as well be constantlySimply on the runit was the song of the moonwe were on fireunder the moonwe shared desiresunder the moonwe got inspiredunder the moonwhere we fell downthe dark side of the moondidnât grab meneither did your wordsa fresh look of whatsupposed to be out therei simply overheardGot my paycheckThen I headedBack to where I had begunTo a track where I had once laid backAnd I started to run