He was so tall, so tall, so white, he'd be afraid at allBut when the gazes rested on his face, he'd cringe and seek the gaze of a wallBut then a choir of ten, socially weird ones, began to sing him a songFear is caring, fear is kind, fear is merciless, and nothing but mercyFear is caring, fear is kind, fear is brutal and crucial and cruel, and fear is alrightMusicHis pants were fun and bright, so what would he then every nightStay by himself and by the bookshelf, instead of hanging with the kids he likedBut then he'd be afraid, so tall, so white, he'd be afraid of nothing but mercyBut then a choir of ten, socially weird ones, began to sing him a songFear is caring, fear is kind, fear is merciless, and nothing but mercyFear is caring, fear is kind, fear is brutal and crucial and cruel, and fear is caringFear is kind, fear is merciless, and nothing but mercyFear is caring, fear is kind, fear is brutal and crucial and cruel, and fear is alrightDon't you know you are supposed to be a leader of menBut then set your sweaty hands, keep on clicking that penDon't you know you are supposed to be in commandDon't you know you are supposed to be in commandFear is caring, fear is kind, fear is merciless, and nothing but mercyFear is caring, fear is kind, fear is brutal and crucial and cruel, and fear is caringFear is kind, fear is merciless, and nothing but mercyThe mercy is caring, it's kind, it's brutal and crucial and cruel.The fear is caring, it's kind, it's mercy, it's nothing.The mercy is caring, it's kind, it's brutal and crucial and cruel.And fear's alright.