| Malignant and causing turmoil
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| Attacking from within
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| I feel the spit and venom
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| Burning beneath my skin
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| Childlike and full of weary
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| Terror is sinking in
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| I search for a voice of reason
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| Guidance to tuck me in
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| You want it all
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| You want the world in your hands
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| Well here it is
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| Cocked, locked, and loaded
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| Shopped, stocked, my cabinets full
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| Go on and break my doors down
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| Go on and break me
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| I can see you through my window
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| Terror breathes in here
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| Footsteps fall in constant form again
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| Don’t tread on me
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| Fist to the opposition
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| Don’t tread on me
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| Salvation of tradition
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| Don’t tread on me
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| You want it all
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| To carry the weight of the world
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| You want it all
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| A ticket please, for a Sunday paper
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| A ticket please, for a loaf of bread
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| Big brother, are you my window?
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| Big brother, are you in my head?
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| Hey brother, are you watching?
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| Hey brother, are you watching me?
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| Don’t tread on me |