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We've got to fear but fear itself
Not pain, not failure, not fatal
Not the faulty units in mad machinery?
Not the broken contacts in chemistry?
an iron fist in a velvet glove
We are under the gun
In the glory game on the power
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 than your Hell
He's a little bit of dying
But a lot more afraid of your lying
And the things he fears are a weapon to be held against him

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

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

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