Run Baby Run
Bomb the Bass Lyrics

Into the centre, the minds of the blind
The artist is penetrating the minds of those who are ignorant and unaware.

Deep penetration works every time
The artist believes that deeply delving into a topic or idea is always effective.

Dreaming that I'm lost the tombs of the pyramids
The artist is having a surreal dream of being lost in the tombs of ancient pyramids.

So I close my eyelids
As the artist dreams, he closes his eyes to fully immerse himself in the experience.

Man, I got this sinkin' feelin'
The artist is experiencing a sense of foreboding or anxiety.

Open my eyes and reach for the ceiling
The artist awakens from his dream and reaches for something to ground him in reality.

Grab the phone, I wait for a dial tone
The artist attempts to make a call but must wait for a dial tone to begin.

Please, operator, speak of the monologue
The artist asks the operator for information or advice.

Trapped inside this circle of madness
The artist feels trapped within a cycle of insanity or chaos.

Rip the phone from the wall with sadness
The artist becomes frustrated and tears the phone out of the wall.

See my face, I stare in the mirror
The artist looks at himself in the mirror, observing his own reflection.

As that reflects the eyes of a killer
The artist sees a dark and intense expression on his own face, making him feel like a criminal or murderer.

As the sunset, then comes the dawn
After a period of darkness and unrest, a period of calm and clarity follows.

Chased in the woods by a wolf, now it's gone
The artist experiences a moment of fear or danger, but it quickly passes.

Am I dreamin' or is it a nightmare?
The artist is unsure if he is experiencing a pleasant dream or a terrifying nightmare.

Wake from my dream in the woods in my underwear
The artist wakes up from his dream and finds himself disoriented and vulnerable.

It gets worse, my pulse rate's speeding
The artist becomes increasingly anxious and frightened, as his heart rate increases.

Hit by a branch or a twig, now I'm bleeding
In his panicked state, the artist may have accidentally injured himself, causing him to bleed.

I'm on the edge of a nervous breakdown
The artist is teetering on the brink of an emotional collapse.

Sounds of a hound in the dark as I turn around
The artist hears the frightening sound of a dog barking in the distance, causing him to turn and run faster.

I'm on the run at a steady pace
The artist is now fleeing from a perceived threat, moving at a consistent speed.

Who's in the distance? I'm hearin' the bass
The artist hears music in the background, but is trying to determine who is producing the sound.

Standing, I move along
Despite his fear and anxiety, the artist stands tall and moves forward.

The A La Mode's in the twilight zone
The artist may feel as though he is in a parallel dimension or reality, where familiar things are distorted.

Razor blades of rain keep pourin'
The artist experiences a downpour of rain that is harsh and cutting like razor blades.

Cuttin' the roof of my rest while I'm snoring
The sound or sensation of the rain is preventing the artist from resting peacefully while he sleeps.

My next verse is stirred with the Hebrews
The artist's next musical verse is influenced by Hebrew culture or spirituality.

Time is erased with the strength of the voodoo
The artist believes that voodoo, or mystical practices, have the power to manipulate time and reality.

The realistic style of the mystic
The artist is exploring a style of music or lyricism that is grounded in reality, but still influenced by mysticism or spirituality.

Put together for them on plastic
The artist has created music or art that has been recorded and distributed on a physical medium like a CD or vinyl record.

Circle of movements, I guess I'm goin'
The artist feels like he is moving in circles, potentially repeating the same patterns or ideas.

Around in a circle, that's me, A La Mode
The artist associates his own identity with the idea of moving in repetitive or cyclical patterns.

from the rips of a torturess
The artist may be experiencing pain or discomfort, inflicted by someone who is tormenting him.

On a plain, I'm profound by scorcherers
The artist is in a place that could be described as flat, unremarkable, and hot, but is still deeply moved by something powerful or influential.

What to do with my brain, absorbed in the sun
The artist is struggling with what to do or how to think, while feeling overwhelmed or captivated by the warmth and brightness of the sun.

So run, baby, run
Ultimately, the artist urges the listener to take action and escape from whatever stresses or fears they may be experiencing.