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Lyrics:
Everyone down on the floor
No sudden moves and lock the door
I've got this feeling I'm chasing
I'll never rest until I find it
See, I've been plotting away
In my heart every day
To put this plan into action
And though I try to resist
I find the thing is this
Until I get it there's no satisfaction
I want something you have
You must meet my demands
Don't move, hand it over
I won't stop until it's in my hands
Deep in the recess of every man is a thief, a robber, a criminal
Below the surface of every hero is an envy, a restless evil
See, I've been plotting away
In my heart every day
To put this plan into action
And though I try to resist
I find the thing is this
Until I get it there's no satisfaction
I want something you have
You must meet my demands
Don't move, hand it over
I won't stop until it's in my hands
Behind the Song:
'Like a robbery, our vices can steal from us the fulfillment we were intended for. Yet, these vices many times take the form of subtle desires...jealousy, envy. Whether you are Billy Graham or murderer, we are all on an even playing field. We all have a choice as to which voice we listen in our heads every day, and we all have Rival Factions warring for control of our souls...' - Andrew Schwab (Project 86)
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