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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 From Letras Mania