Probability no part of this equation
Probability is second to none
I cannot run from this mistake
Feel this earth while it shakes
Underneath our feet

Running won’t get you anywhere
This time

Friction’s like a spec of dust
Underneath the covers
Something’s wrong, you can’t deny
Don’t run away, don’t even try

Screaming won’t clear your conscience
This time

Periodically
Automatically
Frantically
Tried to claw my way out
But it ain’t getting me nowhere