We've got nothin' 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 change

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 dyin'

But he's a lot more afraid of your lyin' 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 He's not afraid of your judgment

He knows of horrors worse than your hell

He's a little bit afraid of dyin'

But he's a lot more afraid of your lyin' And the things that he fears

Are a weapon to be held against him He's not afraid of your judgment

He knows of horrors, worse than your hell

He's a little bit afraid of dyin'

But he's a lot more afraid of your lyin'