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Letlive That Fear Fever Lyrics

Last updated: 08/19/2013 07:56:25 AM

Spitting image, of all that is black imagery.
We scream the loudest, while saying nothing.
The spiting image of, of that anonymity.
Who screams the loudest, while saying nothing?
You.

When you terrorize, and profit,
They will consider it a revolution.
That is a very thin line; I'll walk it.
A system anarchy might understand.

There's a comfort, in being scared,
When you're the only one who dares,
To make the gun smoke black in a white washed town,
So they know; I said they know.
Cause there's a comfort, in being scared,
When you're the only one who dared.
So, when the gun smokes black in a white washed town,
Then you know; now you know, it wasn't me.

To be American, is profiting by any means.
Yeah money talks, but I think it's bluffing.
The virtue of a man, is so much greater when,
When he ain't got sh*t, ain't got a thing to lose.

When you terrorize, and profit,
They will consider it a revolution.
That is a very thin line; I'll walk it.
A system anarchy might understand.

There's a comfort, in being scared,
When you're the only one who dares,
To make the gun smoke black in a white washed town,
So they know; I said they know.
Cause there's a comfort, in being scared,
When you're the only one who dared.
So, when the gun smokes black in a white washed town,
Then you know; now you know, it wasn't me.

They said they want it,
They can't have it.
They don't want it,
Ha, they can't hack in it
They said they want it,
They can't have it.
You know they don't want it,
Suckers can't hack it

So start the fire with me,
But don't burn, don't burn,
Don't burn down our precious home.
So start the fire with me,
But don't burn, don't burn,
Don't burn down our precious home.
(So with the tools you get to start that fire,
Don't burn down your home.)
Start the fire with me
(So with the tools you get to start that fire,
Don't burn down your home.)

C-c-c-c-c-comfort, in being scared,
When you're the only one who dares,
To make the gun smoke black in a white washed town,
So they know; I said they know.
Cause there's a comfort, in being scared,
When you're the only one who dared.
So, when the gun smokes black in a white washed town,
Then you know; now you know, it wasn't me.




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