The City Crouches, Steaming in The Early Morning Half-Light the Sun Is Still A Rumor and The Night Is Still A Threat
slipping Through The Dark Streets and The Echoes And The Shadows something Stirs Behind Me and My Palms Begin To Sweat
sometimes I Freeze - Until The Light Comes sometimes I Fly - Into The Night sometimes I Fight - Against The Darkness sometimes I'm Wrong - Sometimes I'm Right
coiled For The Spring or Caught Like A Creature In The Headlights into A Desperate Panic or A Tempest Of Blind Fury like A Cornered Beast or A Conquering Hero
the Menace Threatens, Closing and I'm Frozen In The Shadows i'm Not Prepared To Run Away and I'm Not Prepared To Fight
i Can Stand To Reason or Surrender To A Reflex i Will Trust My Instincts or Surrender To My Fright
sometimes We Freeze - Until The Light Comes sometimes We're Wrong - And Sometimes We're Right sometimes We Fight - Against The Darkness sometimes We Fly - Into The Night
blood Running Cold mind Going Down Into A Dark Night of A Desperate Panic or A Tempest Of Blind Fury like A Cornered Beast or A Conquering Hero
sometimes I Freeze sometimes I Fight sometimes I Fly into The Night