Prologue

They got the cages they got the boxes. And guns. They are the hunters we are the foxes. And we run! Baby, I know places we won't be found and they'll be chasing their tails trying to track us down cause, I know places we can hide. I know places. Lights flash as we run for the fences. Let them say what they want we won't hear it. Lose lips sink ships all the damn time. Not this time. Just grab my hand and don't ever drop it, my love. They are the hunters we are the foxes. And we run!