It used to be we used to walk these streets at night
With no fear, we used to hold our heads up high.
But now I'm constantly stealing glances over my shoulder.
I'm not so sure, but I know damn well what we're told.
Fear of the unknown is the only line (lie) that we're sold.
This faceless evil could be hiding around every corner.
You don't need community.
You can't trust anybody.
Go it alone and you'll see
You're better off now. You're better off.
So walls are raised, a monument to the shadows that haunt
Us in our dreams, a symbol of the thing we think we most want -
Lives lived both as and protected from strangers.
Fractured neighbourhoods to match fractured cities and states.
But it's not quite fear, no nothing as decisive as hate.
More a relentless and foreboding feeling of danger.
It's not our differences that separate us now, oh no.
But a common need to not feel so vulnerable
To the dark unknown created and stoked by our masters.
If this path continues there will be no place left to hide
Because invariably this monster will make it inside
Our private kingdoms and usher in the end so much faster.
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