Paroles de Your Fear

[m. kirkland-t. parsons-t. victor] His holy misunderstood Misdirected, misconstrued This holy roll of the dice Take your chances Hold on tight Silence the silent Confuse the confused Confusion runs rampant On a ship of fools The clock is ticking This sacred joke Left without a reason Till reason takes hold Surrender your fear Crawl into the flame His holy unconsciousness Endless discussion Of our uselessness Alive and kicking This sacred joke Left without a reason Till reason takes hold Surrender your fear Crawl into the flame