The Weapon (Part Two of Fear)

<br>We`ve got nothing to fear -- but fear itself?<br>Not pain or failure, not fatal tragedy?<br>Not the faulty units in this mad machinery?<br>Not the broken contacts in emotional chemistry?<br><br>With an iron fist in a velvet glove<br>We are sheltered under the gun<br>In the glory game on the power train<br>Thy kingdom`s will be done<br><br>And the things that we fear are a weapon to be held against us...<br><br>He`s not afraid of your judgement<br>He knows of horrors worse than your Hell<br>He`s a little bit afraid of dying --<br>But he`s a lot more afraid of your lying<br><br>And the things that he fears are a weapon to be held against him...<br><br>Can any part of life -- be larger than life?<br>Even love must be limited by time<br>And those who push us down that they might climb --<br>Is any killer worth more than his crime?<br><br>Like a steely blade in a silken sheath<br>We don`t see what they`re made of<br>They shout about love, but when push comes to shove<br>They live for the things they`re afraid of<br><br>And the knowledge that they fear is a weapon to be used against them...