Spectators clog the walks Expressions null All just a flash at my peripheral Can't pause for you so reach out for my hand Or I'll pass you by cause I'm the running man When muscle governs with absurd, clichéd command In line with greeds' voice growling for us to stay the plan It's all surreal to me Don't drag me down into that plot At least not just because you can Where plastic people clutch their phones Where I'm an antiquity alone Just reach out for my hand cause I won't watch you fall Cause I'm the running man