The terrorist inside of me is laughing once again
He escaped and was set free
I cannot put him in
He hurts the ones I love and causes me great pain
He hates and harms and envies
He loves to make it rain
This terrorist is evil, I wish it were not true
His schemes and temperaments I know
I predict what he will do
He'll find the weak spots quickly and set his sights on them
Prepare a trap and place it
Then he'll lure you "Come right in."
When you're there you're his and he loves to play his game
So he picks up sticks and stones
And he breaks them just the same
He's a hated, evil scoundrel and I keep him locked up tight
His boundaries, nonexistent
His chains, shiny and bright
I cannot lock him up now, he's such an evil soul
I'll need to call on Him to help me
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