Reactionary Fear-CRASHDOG

I go to bed with sounds Of gun shots in my head Wake, buy the paper Read the names of the dead The thought creeps in my mind How long will it be until They come kick my door in And I’m they want to kill Some go out and buy a gun Some try to move away It don’t matter where I go I’m gonna die someday It seems today The simple solution To the problems That we face Is to pull a knife, load a gun And put people in their place The national anthem Has been changed In the land of the insecure Home of the brave Becomes home of the slave As we’re locked in by our fears Maybe tomorrow will be the day I’m the one to die But I will not hide paranoid And watch my life go by Fear was made to warn us To teach you when to run But if you really want to live It must be overcome [[Category:Crashdog]]

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