Fed us doubt just to see us cower 

Trouble comes in pairs 

I could’ve heed this warning, 

But I was busy removing the head of a hydra 

-Dead to rights was it 

Was there anything you could’ve said 

To provoke a good response? 

‘Cause now I’m in dismay 

And I know we’re all in danger, 

And I know we’re all afraid, 

But the Promised Lands' worth it in the end 

I hack further into my feelings 

I slice closer to the source 

Problems sprout like little seedlings 

-Take one out, then birth two more 

I couldn’t make this up 

I was after anything thing to show I’m brave 

I am stuck in a jungle of avarice 

-Kept me hungry 

-Kept me a slave 

I only did more action ‘cause my words never found their home 

I tried to tell myself there was hope and no more misery 

Ah—that was the end of me… 

Ever since that day I’ve self-destructed 

I’m the enemy 

I’ve made my peace with that, 

And it’s okay 

We don’t survive and get to walk away without a scratch 

No, trouble comes in pairs! 

And it comes in starving, 

Comes in violent, 

Comes in snarling, 

Comes in angry and greedy 

No one can make it stop 

I fear we’ve neared the end of the rope 

I couldn’t make this up! 

I was after anything to give me strength, 

And I interpret that as virtue 

I interpret that as justice and good deeds, 

But you know that I know it’s over 

Don’t you know I know! 

That’s why you jab at me with prejudice, 

And I keep being more and more discreet 

Convinced that I can change the outcome 

I flounder as I’m cutting 

And cutting and cutting and cutting the heads 

-Wild and rampant! 

We can’t stop it! 

No, trouble’s always coming 

And coming and coming and coming in pairs, 

But it took that doubt to make me cower