Trust But Verify - To Speak Of Wolves

Malignant and causing turmoil

Attacking from within

I feel the spit and venom

Burning beneath my skin

Childlike and full of weary

Terror is sinking in

I search for a voice of reason

Guidance to tuck me in

You want it all

You want the world in your hands

Well here it is

Cocked, locked, and loaded

Shopped, stocked, my cabinets full

Go on and break my doors down

Go on and break me

I can see you through my window

Terror breathes in here

Footsteps fall in constant form again

Don’t tread on me

Fist to the opposition

Don’t tread on me

Salvation of tradition

Don’t tread on me

You want it all

To carry the weight of the world

You want it all

A ticket please, for a Sunday paper

A ticket please, for a loaf of bread

Big brother, are you my window?

Big brother, are you in my head?

Hey brother, are you watching?

Hey brother, are you watching me?

Don’t tread on me