Do you feel the loss of your assumed future?
Do you feel that life is ripping up your sutures?

A gift is just a debt
Unwritten but implied
A never-ending stream
Of sacrifice on your supply

When do we go from running things
To things running us?
Hannibal is at the gates

Everyone is fighting a battle
That most will never understand (understand)
You were given this mountain
To show them how
How it can be moved by your hand

The future is not what
It used to be
Our misfortune teller
Keep threshing our plea

And the blood mare
She is always on alert
As her foals keep disappearing
Straight after birth
When do we go from running things
To things running us?
Hannibal is at the gates

Everyone is fighting a battle
That most will never understand (understand)
You were given this mountain
To show them how
How it can be moved by your hand

Against all the science, against all the odds
The magic and all of the things in between
Against all logic, we still put our hope
In the miracle machine

Everyone is fighting a battle
That most will never understand (understand)
You were given this mountain
To show them how
How it can be moved by your hand

Everyone is fighting a battle
That most will never understand (understand)
You were given this mountain
To show them how
How it can be moved by your hand
She's the blood mare