29 August 2026
I see myself in the heart,
obscure and full of scars
I can’t believe my eyes,
They’re covered in asphalt
Now watch them pave
Watch them pave
Can’t see myself in their eyes
The mirror’s an anti-proton
Can you believe what you see?
I’m pitted with no claws
To crawl out of here
Crawl out of this
There comes a time when we all
Come face to face with the known God
Will we proceed with the truth
Or stick by some unknown cause?
To crawl out of here
Crawl out of this
We are running all the way
down to the desert
Follow me lunging away
From all these known faults
Will I be cunning enough
A fox relented to pleasure
Do things finally catch up
The quake shaking this stubborn asphalt
(Prechorus)
Now watch them pave
Watch them pave
watching them pave
Now WATCH ME PAY!
The cracks are starting to show
All start to fray in my travels
Everything I’ve buried alive
The earth will churn and unravel.
A note from the lyricist
"Villain on the Run" rides the desert night in neon and dust with a funk-fueled fugitive anthem born of guilt, swagger, and redemption. A fusion Americana soul with psychedelic grit, desert noir, and grunge vocals chasing freedom under police lights and turbine winds. It's the sound of escape, confession, and the fire that keeps a sinner moving forward.