The shelter is the enemy

There are enemies on every side,
You’ve been running but you’d rather hide.
But the shelter is the enemy.
The shelter is the enemy.
You try to tear it down, but it grows back.
It grows back stronger if you wait any longer you’ll be one of them.
You’ve been running so long through a fifty mile forest,
You’ve got nettle stings and rose thorns in your chest.
Rashes take the rest.
Because the shelter is the enemy. The shelter is the enemy.
Look that fence it’s the enemy, look that door it’s the enemy look at that sky. Look at that sky.
You’ve trampled through the muck is survival more than luck?
Your camp was made of three and now it’s one.
Your luck is almost done.
Every branch you push back could be death.
You’re running out of running breath.
You’ve done forty four and your sweat is sore and your sweat is sore.
Six miles is the enemy, the gateway is the enemy, the finish line’s the enemy, escaping is the enemy the shelter is the enemy.
Sunlight through the canopy.
The shelter is the enemy.
The shelter is the enemy.
The shelter is the enemy.

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