One week of practicing later…
Fear’s a funny creature when she dresses like a child
With her wild imagination that can fool the feeble heart
When she leads you by the hand, you’re already gone
Fear’s a fatal mistress who has got a point to prove
With her smoky eyes she beckons you to step out of the truth
Oh the secrets she will tell about when and how you’ll die
Oh – will you be the one to let her go?
Oh – will you be the one?
Fear’s a careless mother in a pair of killer heels
She will dress you up and show you how fantastic you could feel
If you’d only done things well, you might have won
Fear is at her strongest when she suits up like a man
When she twists you by the arm till you concede the master plan
And believe that everyone has left you on your own