Things That Scare Me

[Verse 1] Fluorescent lights engage blackbirds frying on a wire Same birds that followed me to school when I was young Were they trying to tell me something? Were they telling me to run? [Verse 2] The hammer clicks in place The world's gonna pay Right down in the face of God and his saints Claim your soul's not for sale I'm a dying breed who still believes Hunted by American dreams Hunted by American dreams