Sitting at the back with a fear of attack. Checking your
watch for the time
I dunno what it is with this world, but someones always
crossing the line.
Youre always looking for a reason. A motive to feed to
but theres something about the summer season. that never
seems to be addressed
Bring a fist to the fight. The next guy will bring a
Bring a knife to the fight and a gun is gonna take your
And with hurried feet you ascent to the street local
papers have you warned about
I dunno if exposure will help the places that the write
Fear and consumption, worked up by the things that are
well if you wanna stay alive today you need eyes in the
back of your head.
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