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Don't Tread Lightly
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Thought For Food is it a whistle of the wind
it was quiet till i spoke
i know the world doesn't listen
now trying too hard to show
it doesn't hear me
and it's swept hearts off their ribs
it's picked ev'ry single bone
and two people fighting pulling
now breaking apart a wishbone
it shatters near me
and it's a thistle in the sand
it was smooth soft till my feet
i know the path isn't welcome
now trying so hard to show
resistance its' force
but a thistle in foot
a thorn in my side
a cross and some nails
aren't enough for me to lie
neither.
jesus, prepare to meet another rebel
go world, do what you can do to me
but oh, i'm still stepping on your neck
and no, i don't tread lightly
don't bite me
if the wounds fatal
won't spit the venom out
i'll leave a mark
don't bite me
cause if the wounds fatal
won't spit the venom out
i'll leave a mark
i measure my steps.
is it a christian or gin
it was muslim and a jew
i know the world doesn't listen
now doesn't too much to itself
its similiarity
and it's kept hearts in their ribs
it's skinned ev'ry single home
and two people fighting pulling
now breaking apart a wishbone
(now breaking apart a tossed stone)
it shatters-they're thrown
(it shatters their throne)
they're bitter thistles in the sand
two gravestones i'd keep clean
but so come the ghosts to haunt their spirits
imploding so much to show
poltergeist force
but a thistle in foot
a thorn in my side
a cross and some nails
aren't enough for me to lie
neither
jesus, prepare to meet another rebel
go world, do what you can do to me
but oh, i'm still stepping on your neck
and no, i don't tread lightly
and no, i don't tread lightly
and no, don't tread on me
you say, with one foot in mouth
and one, one looking for me
but no, i don't tread lightly
oh, i don't tread lightly
i measure my steps
no, i don't tread lightly
