It's the end run for your life became a battle cry
For countless frightened souls
And it's been sol long that we've forgotten

What it is we're running from

But with judgement nigh we can't afford to lie

On our laurels for too long
While a shadowed hand turns the bravest men to fools
We've no where else to turn


Was it fear of retribution that left us running for the hills
Or the sound of our aspirations crashing down around our ears

And will the clarion call still lead us crawling back to what was ours
Before the dread of an unseen enemy would leave us scarred and panicked all alone


Opulence and greed so many mouths to feed
Will only slow us down
If we jettison the underprivileged

We might regain some ground

But your answer begs a question with no bottom rungs

How can the top support itself?
And these shells of men, like carrion lay cold


Was it fear of retribution that left us running for the hills
Or the sound of our aspirations crashing down around our ears
And will the clarion call still lead us crawling back to what was ours

Before the dread of an unseen enemy would leave us scarred and panicked all alone