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 