Weve got nothing to fear...but fear itself?
Not pain, not failure, not fatal tragedy?
Not the faulty units in this mad machinery?
Not the broken contacts in emotional chemistry?
With an iron fist in a velvet glove
We are sheltered under the gun
In the glory game on the power train
Thy kingdoms will be done
And the things that we fear are a weapon to be held against us...
Hes not afraid of your judgment
He knows of horrors worse than your Hell
Hes a little bit afraid of dying
But hes a lot more afraid of your lying
And the things that he fears are a weapon to be held against him...
Can any part of life be larger than life?
Even love must be limited by time
And those who push us down that they might climb
Is any killer worth more than his crime?
Like a steely blade in a silken sheath
We dont see what theyre made of
They shout about love, but when push comes to shove
They live for the things theyre afraid of
And the knowledge that they fear is a weapon to be used against them...
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