The Fear Is Back in Town
Unveiling Societal Paralysis: The Fear Resurfaces in Town
Lyrics
I spoke with the sales rep
I had a conversation with the sales representative
Seems like we glued our feet in place
It appears that we are stuck or immobilized
And so much for decisions
Decisions seem futile or ineffective
I thought you'd have more time to spare
Expecting more available time from you
Your package is packaged--it's wrapped two times
Your package is meticulously wrapped
You have more things to spare
You possess more than enough
The fear is back in town
A sense of fear has returned to the town
You gotta get it kid
Take action, obtain what is needed
Now you sold me a bike lock
You sold me a bike lock
Seems like it needs a special tool to make the damn thing work
The lock requires a specialized tool for functionality
Or for you to have constant sales
Continuous sales are necessary for success
Won't you sell me the tool?
Will you sell me the required tool?
Won't you sell me the gun?
Will you sell me a gun?
Won't you sell me the information?
Will you sell me information?
You have more things to spare
You possess more than enough
The more that we swallow the more we are hollow
The more we accept, the emptier we become
Trash is locked down
Garbage is secured or restricted
The ones who rummaged were found guilty by the police
Those who searched were found guilty by the police
So won't you sell them the key?
Will you sell them the means to escape?
What's your asking price tonight?
What is your price for it tonight?
Locked in, locked out
Trapped inside, excluded outside
Credit, debit, private account
Involving credit, debit, and private accounts
We have more things to sell
We still have more to sell
You give what you give, you take what you take
You receive what you give, and take what you take
Seems like you took me for a fool
It seems you deceived or underestimated me
There's a power relation here
There is a power dynamic at play
There's no separation here
No clear separation or distinction
Won't you sell me the tool?
Will you sell me the required tool?
Won't you sell me the gun?
Will you sell me a gun?
Won't you sell me the information?
Will you sell me information?
I have no time to spare
I have no time to waste
The more that we swallow the more we are hollow
The more we accept, the emptier we become
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