You Won’t Be Found

You’re a victim of social commentary.

A victim in times of strife

You won’t be found.

You’re a victim, you’ve been runnin’ ‘round.

All that junk is junk.

There’s just one thing left.

No one to tell me.

What’s more do I have to ride alone?

You’re a victim of social commentary.

Too scared to run, not enough strength to stand alone.

You won’t be found.

You’re a victim, you’ve been runnin’ ‘round.

It’s just one thing too many to get.

One thing too many to get.

No one to tell me.

What’s more do I have to ride alone?

You’re a victim of social commentary.

Too scared to run, not enough strength to stand alone.

No one to tell me.