Wrong End of the Spear

First sign of trouble you take to the woods
With your slippers and your hair pulled under your hood
You won’t look behind you you’ll just know that you should
Be ready for climbing like you never thought you could
Looking for cover like you’ve never had to
Knowing it gets worse before it ever gets good
Cause something’s wrong something’s near
Slowly advances and has us surrounded here
And if I’m right then it’s clear
That I’ll be on the wrong end of the spear
There’s ice on th river there’s snow on th rocks
But it’s too soft here to cross
That’s buck’s fur you’re seeing in the water circled by hawks
You stay off the middle you keep out of shot
Your feet down in the frost
These kinds of stories aren’t told if both get lost
Something’s wrong something has come
It’s not taking chances it’s not giving us one
And if I’m right then you’ll hear drums
And I’ll be on the wrong end of the gun
This hill we’re on is no longer safe enough it’s true
Too easy now to be stormed and set fire to
To be overtaken by the likes
Of even children that are too young to fight
Something’s wrong something appears
With an arrow to its ear coming up on its heels
Now if I’m right then it’s real
I’ll be on the wrong end of the shield
I’ll be on the wrong end of the shield
And you’ll be gone you’ll have disappeared