Fearful

I’m almost a person
I’m almost picking up a weapon
I’m almost sure about the long term
Just been a whole lotta short term
I’m almost always armed with a scorecard
IOUs, you owe me,
and that primal, blood-lusty
sense of entitlement, that carelessly smears black ink,
all over the line that separates the animals from the rest of us.
and sure, I’m wasting away, I should be on a greyhound.
I may be a wrench in your gears but it’s just because I’m fearful, fearful.
It’s all mostly made up, almost like living in the free world.
I’m next to fine about the cannibal, eat cannibal order of the carnivore,
I’m very rarely awake in the daytime.
How do I do? You know me. It’s hard to bitch when you’ve got this,
sense of entitlement, that carelessly smears black ink,
all over the line that separates the animals from the rest of us.
and sure, I’m wasting away, I should be on a greyhound.
I may be a wrench in your gears but it’s just because I’m fearful, fearful.

Fearful
Tamuawok The Stevedores

Thanks to Ben Johnson for the lyrics.

This song is the song for the credits of the movie “Dread”

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