Walking the street with her naked feet, . So full of rhythm but I can't find the beat. . Snapping her heels, clicking her toes, . Everybody knows just where she goes.
Fear, Fear, she's the mother of Violence, . Making me tense to watch the way she breed. . Fear, she's the mother of Violence, . You know self-defense is all you need. . The only way you know she's there . Is the subtle flavor in the air. . Getting hard to believe in anything at all .
Mouth all dry, eyes bloodshot, . Data stored on a microdot. . Kicking the cloud with my moccasin shoes, . TV dinner, TV news. .
Fear, . ... . hard to believe in anything at all .
But Fear.
Mensagens
