Well...
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...

He's not afraid of your judgment
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 them...
(kitescreech still here, Fri 19 Sep 2014, 8:08, 7 replies)

( Dr. Shambolic je suis charlie, Fri 19 Sep 2014, 8:15, closed)

Wow, like, deep.
Wow.
( Colonel Boris "...a desperate Buzzfeed imitation...", Fri 19 Sep 2014, 9:49, closed)

Hallmark

(zebideedoodah likes florence but prefers venice, Fri 19 Sep 2014, 10:13, closed)

I like the part where Van Damme sets him on fire.

( monster munch person, man, woman... camera... TV?, Fri 19 Sep 2014, 13:52, closed)

I was thinking of the shit greetings cards

(zebideedoodah likes florence but prefers venice, Sat 20 Sep 2014, 2:37, closed)

Geddy sounds like a blabbering old grandpa
( drimble he'd been white, he'd been black, Sat 20 Sep 2014, 14:47, closed)