Things crawl in the darkness That imagination spins Needles at your nerve ends Crawl like spiders on your skin
Pounding in your temples And a surge of adrenalin Every muscle tense- To fence The enemy within...
I'm not giving in To security under pressure I'm not missing out On the promise of adventure I'm not giving up On implausible dreams- Experience to extremes- Experience to extremes
Suspicious-looking stranger Flashes you a dangerous grin Shadows across your window- Was it only trees in the wind?
Every breath a static charge- A tongue that tastes like tin Steely-eyed outside- To hide The enemy within...
To you-is it movement or is it action? Is it contact or just reaction? And you-revolution or just resistance? Is it living, or just existence? Yeah, you-it takes a little more persistence To get up and go the distance...
