FEAR is the sickness I dream of.
FEAR keeps you awake in your bed.
FEAR is the basis of all that's too come.
FEAR is the skin that the world sheds.
Where are the hopes of the children?
Why do you steal them from me?
When will you see that you don't have the right?
Who do you think you are to go free?
You think you live in the moment.
You think the devil is dead.
FEAR will grab at your neck till you choke.
Until you tear off your own head.
Who holds the key to your secrets?
FEAR has a hold on your heart.
Curled in a ball on the floor of your cell.
Though the door's been unlocked from the start.
You've almost finished playing your part.
You're living high, hungry but fed.
FEAR is the only thing left you can see.
Where else have you left to be led?