الكلمات الأصلية
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In this jungle we're slave to ploitics
And we call ourselves civilized
If you ain't got the muscle
Fear is gonna run your life
Fear makes me wanna hurt you
Fear makes you wanna hurt me
Fear makes you swallow whatever you're handed
Fear keeps you angry 'cause you don't understand it
Got no chance if we're fighting on the wrong side
Got no chance if we're fighting
On the wrong side again
Can you taste it? (I can almost taste it)
I can almost taste it (I can almost taste it)
Taste like(what's it taste like?)
Taste like...
Taste like Fear!
(continue as before)
