It's only six o'clock,
outside it's ten degrees,
but the weather out there won't stay you from your quest to kill me.
My walls are falling,
like jericho they're down,
but let the record state I was waiting for the sky to end me.
And you keep coming,
a death march around my house,
it's like a new world order ordered amongst yourselves to keep me
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