So here I stand : Face to face with the world  So curled up in reality : Suffocating in the womb of moral receipt  Often I feel the blood as it flows through my veins  Gushing life through my heart. Pumping thoughts to my brain  Hang myself out like a sheet soaking wet  For I long to feel winds that I haven't felt yet  Sometimes I feel I'm hanging by a thread  Burning candles at both ends  Close to falling off the edge  Sometimes...  I don't know if I can hold on anymore  Now, I stand accused of all the things that I've done  But my violence here is in protest : For I'm not a guilty one  I only believe what I see fit to believe  I pretend to be desperate to get what I need  And I'd raise my fist to the injustice I'm faced at  But, I'm unable to fight with my hands tied behind my back  So hang me up high, in a tree, facing north  I'll be burning my bridges as you're slapping the horse  It's too late to run  And it's much too late for running away  You see it in the eyes of caged animals  You see it in the faces of women scorned  It's not anger that makes the cobra strike  It's fear and only fear through which hatred is born  You see, it's sitting here in silence where bitter thoughts are sewn  It's one free life and sanity we want sacred as our own  But there are other planes I'm looking for in my search for peace & truth  It's the shadow of fear and hatred that has put me in this noose