Run, run, run, run, run...

I hate runnin' fast at night, no consistent light, see
Too close to blind, too close to blind
Can't slow down to work things out or else they will find me
They're right behind, they're right behind
Ask what's right on my heels? It's too dark to tell, too dark to tell
But my gut, when it's not hungry it sends notes to help, sends notes to help

One: that smell in my nose
It's currently not bloody so they're gonna be gross
Two: besides the scent
They're yellin' out one word, that's "flesh"
Three: my t-shirt's ripped
And if that was a wolf, there'd be more teeth in my armpit
So from those gut-formed hints, this is what I tend to think:

Those are huge ghouls, keep runnin' (hey, hey)
Bunch of huge ghouls, keep runnin' (hey, hey, hey, hey)
I've got no weapons that'd help (hey, hey, hey, hey)
Those are huge ghouls, keep runnin' (hey, hey, hey, hey)
They want my blood, must run like hell (hey, hey)

I keep runnin' forwards but I feel progress is backwards
I've made no turns (no way), I've made no turns (no)
Don't want to look back at it, recipe for disaster
Want to confirm (learn), want to confirm
If my gut (gut) was on the money with those words of help, those words of help
Just move, just move, just move

Run, don't look back, you dope
That's askin' for a tongue-lash to whip right round your throat
True, not sure if it's
Prehensile or just gross as shit
Please, it's hard to think
On biological advantages when scared shitless
They're monsters with grey skin with a poisonous green tint

Seems like huge ghouls, keep runnin' (hey, hey)
Lots of huge ghouls, keep runnin' (hey, hey, hey, hey)
Don't know the number, hard to tell (hey, hey, hey, hey)
When there's huge ghouls, you're runnin' (hey, hey, hey, hey)
Facts will come later, run like hell (hey, hey)

Am I infected because I got scratched on the arse
Don't know huge ghouls, just runnin'
Mutants or mythic, zombies or a vampiric type?
I'm confused, I'm confused, I, I, I, I

Blood and flesh is their goal (yeah-eah)
Don't matter what the reason is, I'm sure they've no soul (got no soul)
Food is what they think (uh-ooh)
'Bout my bod, regret late snack trips (snack trips)
Please, the blame for this
Is on my gut who wanted chips at two in the mornin'
It got me into this and now I'm quite full but pissed

Bloody huge ghouls, keep runnin' (hey, hey)
Hungry huge ghouls, keep runnin', oh-ooh-oh-oh-oh (hey, hey, hey, hey)
Possibly from the bowels of hell (hey, hey, hey, hey)
They're still huge ghouls, keep runnin', that's all I know, keep runnin' (hey, hey, hey, hey)
Hallucinatin'? Hard to tell (hey, hey)

Could be a trick, could be a trick
Hope, hope, hope, hope
Brain might've flipped, brain might've flipped
Dome, dome, dome, dome
But for now, this, but for now, this
Blows, blows, blows, blows
Ain't worth the chips, ain't worth the chips
Nope, nope, nope, though they were delicious