Deliver him a sentence from the letter you composed
That set in writing all Your thoughts, oh, God
Sentiment retrieval won’t arouse the minds of sleepers
Or curb the way of their descent, oh, God

People are running, are running, are running
Are running, are running, yeah
People are running, are running, are running
Are running, are running, yeah

Deliver him a sentence if the judgment's what it takes
To sift sacred from profane, oh, God
Keep at him, o Lover, with a heavy hand of jealousy
And lift the veil that hangs, oh, God

People are running, are running, are running
Are running, are running, yeah
People are running, are running, are running
Are running, are running, yeah

Deliver him a sentence from Your mouth and let him witness
Both the Lion and the Lamb, oh God
Tear him all to pieces so that no one else deceives him
Wound to heal demarcate your heart

People are running, are running, are running
Are running, are running, yeah
People are running, are running, are running
Are running, are running, yeah

People are running, are running, are running
Are running, are running, yeah
People are running, are running, are running
Are running, are running, yeah