Pounding in your temples
And a surge of adrenalin
Every muscle tense ---
To fence
The enemy within...
I'm not giving in
To security under pressure
I'm not missing out
On the promise of adventure
I'm not giving up
On implausible dreams ---
Experience to extremes ---
Experience to extremes
Suspicious-looking stranger
Flashes you a dangerous grin
Shadows across your window ---
Was it only trees in the wind?
Every breath a static charge ---
A tongue that tastes like tin
Steely-eyed outside ---
To hide
The enemy within...
To you -- is it movement or is it action?
It is contact or just reaction?
And you -- revolution or just resistance?
Is it living, or just existence?
Yeah, you -- it takes a little more persistence
To get up and go the distance...
Features distorted in the flickering light
The faces are twisted and grotesque
Silent and stern in the sweltering night
The mob moves like demons possessed
Quiet in conscience, calm in their right ---
Confident their ways are best
They say there are strangers, who threaten us
In our immigrants and infidels
They say there is strangeness, too dangerous
In our theatres and bookstore shelves
That those who know what's best for us ---
Must rise and save us from ourselves