Fear's my love, a lonely habit Like a rusty needle my
Touch is everlasting I've seen your God fall dying from
The sky The Eagle's a Vulture sucking at Eden

Children on a playground one kid's bigger than the
Rest The blind stand beside him The weak wither and
Die The big kid stands defiant Arrogant in his bliss
Thinks that sinew and knuckles can make him always
Right

I'll run from him I'd rather hide than be dead I'll run
From him I'd rather die than be in bloody slavery A
Follower Without destiny I'll be done

Someone lied about God and Country but I have a third
Eye politically What will it take to tear it all down?
What does it take to see the US draft's a lie

A child in the classroom The bastard's meaner than
The rest The meek are crushed below him The poor are
Forced to crime The big kid stands amoral A loser as he
Wins Thinks he has a worldly view by looking through a
Straw

I'll run from him I'd rather hide than be dead I'll run
From him I'd rather die than be in bloody slavery A
Follower Without destiny I'll be

Brokers and athletes with rich self-denial I'll choose my
Winners by who wear the smiles
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