Unbound from Unbound by Eliot Wilder

Look out the hounds
Ripping through the streets
They’re nipping right at your heels
You better hide, you better get gone
They’ll make you one of their meals
They'll chew you up and spit you out
Grind you under their wheels

Here comes the wind
Here comes the fire
Gonna burn it down
Gonna burn it down
Where is the truth
Where is our god
The devil is unbound

Hear that sound
It could be thunder or maybe it’s a gun
You better hide, you better get gone
Before the setting sun
Ain't got no home, ain't got no friend
Now you're always on the run

See your kids whoop and scream
It's all coming to an end
You better hide
You better get gone
No telling what's around the bend
Head for the hills, find higher ground
Or down you will descend

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