Run with it      Knives come from all different directions   Who’s mouth is it coming from   Throw down all of this and come to the true design      This is what you say to me   I don’t care anymore   Take the fist out of your mouth and      Run with it      Sweat pours down   But spit comes from all different directions   These times that try men’s souls   Are a thorn to the side   But we still have to be a part of a true design      Take the fist out of your mouth and run with it   I remember the times you said we weren’t a part of it   Shaded areas