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 in
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 in
I make you shrink, until you disappear

Killing
No more

Killing under the constraints of caution
Again, again, again