We won't run, we won't run
From the creatures waiting for us
Or from the bright red city lights
I won't wait, I won't wait, no
I won't wait
I'm sort of a howling ghost
Keep your Griffins far away

Even if you're a king, coming slowly
Even if you've been left behind
I'm far away, I'm far away
Never different, no
Never different
Keep our pitch-black sea
I'm living inside it
With your ending world