| We’ve got nothing to fear… but fear itself?
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| Not pain, not failure, not fatal tragedy?
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| Not the faulty units in this mad machinery?
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| Not the broken contacts in emotional chemistry?
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| With an iron fist in a velvet glove
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| We are sheltered under the gun
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| In the glory game on the power train
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| Thy kingdom’s will be done
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| And the things that we fear are a weapon to be held against us
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| He’s not afraid of your judgment
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| He knows of horrors worse than your Hell
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| He’s a little bit afraid of dying
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| But he’s a lot more afraid of your lying
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| And the things that he fears are a weapon to be held against him
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| Can any part of life be larger than life?
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| Even love must be limited by time
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| And those who push us down that they might climb
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| Is any killer worth more than his crime?
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| Like a steely blade in a silken sheath
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| We don’t see what they’re made of
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| They shout about love, but when push comes to shove
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| They live for the things they’re afraid of
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| And the knowledge that they fear is a weapon to be used against them |