But the things that lived there
We don't see many who ride the bus this far
You running from something, maybe?
I think I'm running from myself
I've always called it the "shining"
Eat those who have the "shining"
And they've spotted that little girl
Get out of my head! Get out!
I hadn't felt such strength for a very long time
You sure you wanna do it?
And you'll scream for years