Inhuman Race

Chased by my ghost in a race against time
He makes the most of each hill that I climb
Scrambling boulders with fire in my chest
Look over my shoulder there's no time to rest
If ever I stumble, if ever I fall
My slim lead would crumble in no time at all
I'm lost if I lag with my ghost on the chase
When my feet start flagging - he picks up the pace

Every day my marathon
Against my ghost goes on and on
Tearing up that lonesome track
The breath of death upon my back
The breath of death upon my back

If I were an angel with heavenly wings
I would soar high above all these damned earthly things
Fly through the clouds full of glory and grace
Crying out loud with sweet joy on my face
But I am a man, I'm bound to the earth
Hounded by death since the day of my birth
Pounding the path in a fight for first place
Against my own ghost in an inhuman race

Every day my marathon
Against my ghost goes on and on
Tearing up that lonesome track
The breath of death upon my back
The breath of death upon my back