running, nothing but running, just running, nothing but running. we are the guards, we are the sentinels, we are the police and we are the bureaucrats. we are the workers so we are the replaceables and exposables. running, nothing but runnning. a slight unease and a nervous smile make less than minimum wage for buffering betweeen the upper and lower class. not until we, who struggle for our petty privilege, stop chasing empty goals can we set our own pace. running, nothing but running, just running, nothing but running