Facing the fear that I might stay and fight Some guy with a gun or some gang with a knife My reflex is on But am I coming home in the night? I want to believe that I'll make the right choice Adrenalin calls, it's no longer my voice That reflex kicks in That impetuous thing I avoid Fight or flight, you think you know but Where's the living proof? You like to think you're in control but Your knife, it knows the truth Fortune it favours the brave, so they say But what use is that when you face judgement day? When safety, it calls Your conscious thought's spinning away Fight or flight, you think you know but Where's the living proof? You like to think you're in control but Your gun, it knows the truth Fight or flight, you think you know but Where's the living proof? You like to think you're in control but Your knife, it knows the truth