• What is fear?
    What’s this coldness i've heard of?
    Is it to hurt someone dear?
    Is it planned from the demons above?

    Is it feeling blood?
    On your hands, deep under your nails?
    To have your stream of malice turn into a flood
    As you hear your victims blood-curling wails?

    Is it knowing you’ve done wrong?
    Something you cannot repair?
    To never return home, for oh so long,
    Saying goodbye to the only ones who cared?

    Is it to know how to lie?
    I can’t do that, almost too easily.
    To say the first goodbye
    As you take their life briskly?

    I don’t want to know fear.
    I don’t want to know I'm wrong.
    Those wails I can no longer bear…
    So I put the gun down.