to outrun the light

Have I been chasing, delusional?
Maybe just chasing me?
Identify as a thin white male
Catholic, skeletal in belief
Colliding with all these bad ideas
Poor design has run its course
The veil lifted on too many years
To learn you betted the wrong f horse
Well,
Here we stand
Facing heartache by decree
Never given a second glance
Let out the air we need to breathe
Well,
Here we stand
Now that we have outrun the light
Cut the pace and take a stand
Come with me, we’ll face the beast tonight
Tonight…