Hit & Run

I hear it comin, the trainʼs rollinʼ, you feel the rumble & Itʼs cominʼ in hot
You feel the heat, & fan the flames with gasoline, like everybody told you
I feel roughed up, Iʼve had enough, you should try it-humility is free
Iʼm waiting for defeat, Iʼm waiting for the storm, Iʼm waiting for the war, thunder
Sounds convenient

Take a chance, try it out, maybe luck will strike again (HA!)

I hear it comin, the trainʼs rollinʼ, you feel the rumble & Itʼs cominʼ in hot
You feel the heat, & fan the flames with gasoline, like everybody told you
Iʼm interested, & fully invested; mentally infested, clearly dejected
Like a hit & run, left in the street, itʼs an all out war, who sent the hit man?

Action. Reaction. Reciprocation- I just canʼt hate enough
Iʼm trying to tell you, just as fast as I can, Iʼm still angry & itʼs driving me mad
Depreciation of invested self, itʼs a wash but youʼre out of lye
Go back to square one, pick up the pieces & try

Youʼre fighting fire with fire, you fan the flames with gasoline. You clutch you chest
& you wonder why you just canʼt breathe. You canʼt start without a spark, canʼt
Finish without a mark, wonʼt listen without a reason, why the fuck would you start
Now?