Songtext von The Consequences Of Imagination Is Fear

The consequence of imagination's fear The million what if is between your ears The feelings of regret And now I'm running to forget But know, the consequence of imagination's fear I met a man downtown the other day With ruby eyes that took my life away The moral always goes Don't trust the wolf in woolen clothes But know the consequence of imagination's fear I hear from the witches Fear sounds of the dead The source of the itchеs Lives under my bed Thе antidote we look so hard to find To purge yourself of fear, relax your mind But heaven only knows Where my mind leads, the feeling grows It knows the consequence of imagination's fear I hear from the witches Fear sounds of the dead The source of the itches Lives under my bed I hear from the witches Fear sounds of the dead The source of the itches Lives under my bed And the witches They sing, they sing, yeah And the whispers They grow, they all grow And the witches They sing, they sing, yeah And the whispers They grow, they all know And the witches They sing, they sing, yeah And the whispers They grow, they all know And the witches They sing, they sing, yeah And the whispers They grow, they all know I hear from the witches Fear sounds of the dead The source of the itches Lives under my bed hear from the witches Fear sounds of the dead The source of the itches Lives under my bed