Damocles

Five on the run Running dry Their hands on mouth, ears or eyes Five and again Looking back Again on the run And up the wall Repetition Competition I ain't scared Are you Let's be the dogs that bite the hands that fed us for so long Fear, I won't let you in Right in the line of fire, I turn around and look at Fear, I won't let you win I make you shrink, until you disappear I can't hear you breathing I don't see you cry If you are what they call alive Then what the hell am I Five on the hunt Hunting the brave Feel the bars from which side of the cage Five are hurt Hurting for immunity Of change Communication Regulation I ain't scared Are you Frightened people are great believers in security Fear, I won't let you in Right in the line of fire, I turn around and look at Fear, I won't let you win I make you shrink, until you disappear Killing No more Killing under the constraints of caution Again Again Again