When metal cleaves bone When hope is left alone It's not pain that I fear Nor the head of the spear It's the shadows of the mind It's the closed vision-blind In those moments I run Like a waiting trap, sprung Like a bullet shot, stung In those moments I run When no treasure is secure When the malady has no cure It's not danger that I fear Nor the whispering ear It's the lack of a lasting future It's the never-healing suture In those moments I run Like the horizon chasing sight Like dusk chasing daylight In those moments I run When words have no sense When belief has no evidence It's not others that I fear Nor the smile and the tear It's the pure unfiltered insanity It's the beast called humanity In those moments I run Like the sane man I am Like the lion from the lamb In those moments I run