Things That Scare Me

Fluorescent lights engage

Blackbirds frying on a wire

Same birds that followed me to school When I was young

Were they trying to tell me something

Were they telling me to run

The hammer clicks in place

The world's gonna pay

Right down in the face of God and his saints

Claim your soul's not for sale

I'm a dying breed who still believes

Haunted by American dreams

Haunted by American dreams