The Hunted

Keep your questions to yourself, boy,
because no-one here knows -
When they're done with the bodies, where do they go?
These pills are kaleidoscopes
To blur the scene before you choke
There are no faces in the homes
Or under the stones

All the people in the valley are gathered below
At the scent of your blood - well, they're in for a show
Turn your face towards the Sun
There's no room left to run
But there's no fear that is real
When bones can heal

(Dry your eyes
Try outside
Try your life.)

Can I tell you both a secret I've been keeping to myself?
I've got a feeling that this hospital is bad for my health
If it's not broken then it folds
And you're still the only one I've told
If it's not frozen then it's cold
And you're the only one that knows

Doctor, I'm leaving.

I should have known - I could leave here all along.