The Enemy Within [Grace Under Pressure Tour Live]

Things crawl in the darkness
That imagination spins
Needles at your nerve ends
Crawl like spiders on your skin

Pounding in your temples
And a surge of adrenaline
Every muscle tense —
To fence
The enemy within

I'm not giving in
To security under pressure
I’m not missing out
On the promise of adventure
I'm not giving up
On implausible dreams —
Experience to extremes —
Experience to extremes

Suspicious-looking stranger
Flashes you a dangerous grin
Shadows across your window —
Was it only trees in the wind?

Every breath a static charge —
A tongue that tastes like tin
Steely-eyed outside —
To hide
The enemy within…

To you — is it movement or is it action?
It is contact or just reaction?
And you — revolution or just resistance?
Is it living, or just existence?
Yeah, you — it takes a little more persistence
To get up and go the distance…