Letra de 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