What will it take to stay outta my head?
A guard standing watch over a barb-wired fence?
Just my luck
There’s an alley not too far round the way
I better come strapped with a flashlight and blade
As shadows flicker by
I feel more like a ghost
I keep drifting
As I come to a fork in the road
Pace back and forth
Bite my nails
Beat that drum
I keep playing that tape
I don’t know where to turn
I reach for the first thing to calm my nerves
But the last thing I need is what happens in return
So what will it take to stay outta my head?
Both means to this story lead to the same end
Brilliant piece
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