I'm scared of the things I think of. When night comes along. Something gets hold of me. Something I can't see. . Oh, it's a wicked world, awaits the ones our young girls bear.
You're laying on your bed and making shadows on the wall. It's almost too hot to move, outside your window. People are driving home from work for the weekend.
All my books lay on the table. Waitin' to unfold. I sit and stare at my reflection. While the darkness chills my bones. . My head fills like a junk shop.
There's a high wind blowin' and the stars are shining bright. Oh, what a night, this is gonna be. I think I'll let the world sleep without me. I got one eye open, one eye closed.
When you cast your eyes upon the skylines. Of this once proud nation. Can you sense the fear and the hatred. Growing in the hearts of its population. And our youth, oh youth, are being seduced.