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We've got nothing to fear but itself
Not pain, not failure, not fatal
Not the faulty in this mad machinery?
Not the broken contacts in chemistry?
With an iron fist in a glove
We are under the gun
In the game on the power train
Thy will be done
And the things we fear are a weapon to be held against us
not afraid of your judgment
He knows of horrors worse than Hell
a little bit afraid of dying
But he's a lot afraid of your lying
And the things he fears are a weapon to be held against him

Can any part of life be than life?
Even love must be limited by
And those who push us that they might climb
Is any killer worth more his crime?
a steely blade in a silken sheath
We don't see what made of
They about love, but when push comes to shove
live for the things they're 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 bit afraid of dyin'
But he's a lot more of your lyin'

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