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 greed’s 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