I needed to hear this today. I have seen too many creeps online come out of the metaphorical woodwork. The banhammer has been overused and my "blocked" list has grown substantially, but they just keep coming and I have grown tired of antisocial media (once again).
Where have all the good men gone
And where are all the guards?
Where's the streetwise Hercules
To fight the rising odds?
Isn't there a white knight
Upon a fiery steed?
Late at night,
I toss and turn
And dream of what I need.
Original lyrics by Bonny Tyler; cover by Imogen Heap/Frou Frou
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