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We've got to fear but fear itself
Not pain, not failure, not fatal
Not the faulty units in this mad
Not the broken contacts in chemistry?
With an iron in a velvet glove
We are under the gun
In the glory on the power train
Thy kingdom's be done
And the things we fear are a weapon to be held against us
He's not of your judgment
He knows of horrors worse than your
He's a little bit of dying
But he's a lot more of your lying
And the things that he fears are a weapon to be held him

Can any part of life be larger than
Even must be limited by time
And those who push us down that might climb
Is any killer more than his crime?
Like a blade in a silken sheath
We see what they're made of
They shout love, but when push comes to shove
They live for the things afraid of
And the that they fear is a weapon to be used against them

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

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