In the ambush beyond you know
No sure where to find
A little piece of hope
Carried by the tide
I'd like to see where I can find
A piece of mine lost within the wagon
That rolled up into a gulf
Or maybe was lost without no hope
Beware the jackal
That creeps inside your head
Ears of arrow and eyes of snake
The worst kind of nightmare
Streets that seem so empty
Full of no one there
A perfect habitat
To whom is not aware
And then find what's left
Of the fears an phobias that were kept
Within the villain maintained by your conscious
Who's trynna make you daft
If you can go and ask for help
But he always haunts you in your bed
Even running he'll always be
A step ahead
Beware the jackal
That creeps inside your head
Ears of arrow and eyes of snake
The worst kind of nightmare
Beware the jackal
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