we're always outrunning the flood   it leaves us knee-deep in the mud we once rubbed   on our faces while waltzing around with dirt masks   now the forest asks us if we've noticed   that we've outworn our welcomes      so, run, run, run from the axemen   they've come, come, come for your new skin   run, run, run from the axemen   they've come, come, come for your new skin      we're always chewing it in the backs of our mouths   to keep our backs washed and clean, or we'd let out howls   of love so bold and black and mean   it would lock down your knees and block the seeds   of light they need      so, run, run, run from the axemen   they've come, come, come for your new skin   run, run, run from the axemen   they've come, come, come for your new skin      we're always outrunning that flood   and i wanna let out howls of love so bold and rough and tough   and black and mean that it would lock down your knees   and block the seeds of light they need      so, run, run, run from the axemen   they've come, come, come for your new skin   run, run, run from the axemen   they've come, come, come for your new skin