Movement of Fear

Your eyes flash bright

But no longer have fire

Everywhere you turn

This world is your shadow

With a pretty face

You burn so many eyes



This is the movement of fear



Weird pop

You can't control

A smashing guy

A sack of gold

Teach me to be happy

Teach me control



This is the movement of fear

This is the movement of fear



Loved the stare

That never cracked

Loved the doors

They were never locked

Loved the fools

At your fingertips



This is the movement of fear

This is the movement of fear

This is the movement of fear

This is the movement of fear