Chromarama - The Chase

Act fast
This is an urgent broadcast
Rally all brokers and holy rollers
Let them flaunt what they have to offer
Give me a new hope to foster
Cause I'm lost, in need of direction
And every answer follows a question
How many prayers must be met before you trust in a God?
How many times can a heart be broken before you deny love?
How many failures are worth their weight?
Cause I have little left to give all there is to take
But here's the thing, I'm wired for the chase
It began before me
It will be here when I'm gone
There's no use in fighting it
But I'm sick of chompin at the bit
In this rat race dressed as sacred writ
Fuck, even if I win, I'm still just a rat going round
So, how do I get out? I want out
I've got this far on minimal passion
With nothing more than aimless vision
Make your mark and make it last
Damn us filthy rats

Written by:
Geoff Halbherr

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