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