Stop running, start walking, this chase has just begun. Indecision and a hope that was given are now no less then gone. The asphalt is hard, no time to disregard what was said and what was done. It's obvious to the certain press what's been always on the run.

Feel the sweat drip from your head, a wave of fear crashes up your spine. Now I’m dead, I should have paid attention to all those words of mine. "I can't live like this."