Texty: Therapy?. One Cure Fits All. Fear Of God.

Soldiers with nothing to kill but time
Peace is boring
The disillusioned and the dispossessed
All want in on the action

You got the fear of
You got the fear of
You got the fear of god

In the shadow of white feathers
Are you afraid?
Are you alone?
Does the thought of dying
Make you freak out?

Yeah

History is demoting you
To a lost cause
Muscle-bound and impotent
You watch the poor drown

You got the fear of
You got the fear of
You got the fear of
You got the fear of god

You got the fear of
You got the fear of
You got the fear of
You got the fear of

You got the fear of god