Running In The Dust

(альбом: Primal Fear - 1998)

I'm on my way in a foreign land
The crime rate's up to 25 percent
Dessident people everywhere
And I can't find no comfort here

All alone no one's there to help me
No control there's no one I can trust

Cause they were running in the dust running
Cause they were running in the dust running

I'm walking through the streets with a stranger's look
Their eyes staring at me as the darkness cooks
They ask me for a dollar a gun behind their back
Their faces switch from friendly to attack

All alone no one's there to help me
No control there's no one I can trust

Cause they were running in the dust running
Cause they were running in the dust running

I miss my country, my friends, my family
I will struggle to go home
I'm settled for peace now step out of insanity
But my dream has ended in a blast

Standing here alone in this bloodstained land
As I realized danger's close at hand
A gunshot kills the sound of silence
An angel's life has ended up by violence

Cause they were running in the dust running
Cause they were running in the dust running
Cause they were running in the dust
Running in the dust

Dust