We've got nothing to fear - but fear itself? Not pain or 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 kingdom's will be done
And the things that we fear Are a weapon to be held against us
He's not afraid of your judgement He knows of horrors worse than your Hell He's a little bit afraid of dying But he's 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 don't see what they're made of They shout about love, but when push comes to shove They live for the things they're afraid of
And the knowledge that they fear Is a weapon to be used against themTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
