Run that renegade

Run him til he drops dead

I’d pay good money

To watch him collapse and fall

And gasp and convulse

Until every little bit of life left him

Cause he’s a murderer

An accomplish in strangulation

A breeder of numbness

A collection of the unremarkable

Cause what can be said

About primal impulses really

Run that renegade

His drive is so dull

It dies trying so hard

That the hip joint pangs

And rings for days

So he won’t last long

Cause he’s a murderer

And we’ll be glad when he’s gone

But for now he’s out there

Out on a jaunt

A renegade jaunt

Down to his last few miles and kills

Run that renegade

He puts a space between us

As I try to hear your inhale

But know I never will

Cause it’s too close

For resurrection’s comfort

Cause he’s a murderer

Who has to be stopped

Because really

Enough is enough

I want to live

It’s time

Run that renegade

Cause people eat feet

And boys say they’re fine

And I’ve never known fine

And I’ve only known hands

That collar other’s things

Cause he’s a murderer

Just read his tombstone

Yes he’s a murderer

I don’t care about him at all

Again

I’ll be happy when he’s gone