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We've got nothing to fear but itself
Not pain, not failure, not tragedy?
Not the faulty units in this mad
Not the contacts in emotional chemistry?
With an iron fist in a velvet
We are under the gun
In the glory on the power train
Thy kingdom's be done
And the things that we fear are a weapon to be held us
not afraid of your judgment
He knows of horrors than your Hell
He's a little bit of dying
But a lot more afraid of your lying
And the things that he are a weapon to be held against him

Can any of life be larger than life?
Even love must be limited by
And those who push us down they might climb
Is any killer worth more his crime?
Like a blade in a silken sheath
We don't see they're made of
They shout about love, but when push comes to
They live for the things they're of
And the knowledge they fear is a weapon to be used against them

not afraid of your judgment
He knows of horrors than your hell
He's a little bit of dyin'
But he's a lot more of your lyin'

And the things that he
Are a weapon to be against him