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lyrics: J. Morse © 1984 Biting and clawing your way through my life And never regretting the act Your poison is flowing so long before you Even get your belongings packed Coiled for the kill Lunging at me still Have you had your fill of it yet? Ready to strike Attacking the psyche Whenever you like, feel free to pay the debt Crawling on sands in a desert of fire You're reaching for some way to harm Any mistake is an invite to war And they'll never strike the alarm Wanting blood and gore You're perching at the door Always wanting more than you give I just want to be Independent and free But I feel like you won't let me live Eventually tiring, you let me escape But my shoulder is where I still gaze You're following me night and day, always alert Sneaking around in the haze You'll never accomplish your ultimate goal, though I'll be sure you're the one that pays |