We've got nothing to fear...but fear itself?
Not pain, not 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...
worth
worse
killer
climb
judgment
glove
about
fears
under
itself
fatal
glory
units
dying
knows
crime
tragedy
emotional
broken
afraid
blade
lying
steely
chemistry
faulty
comes
knowledge
larger
nothing
contacts
limited
little
machinery
power
sheath
might
sheltered
shout
shove
against
silken
failure
things
those
train
horrors
velvet
weapon
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