blink of an eye Fear of ever breathing Fear of ever leaving Fear of ever changing Forever, for now Your god is fear Your god is fear Your god is fear Your god is fear
my final charge I have no fear in heart I will no longer run I do not fear the dark There's nowhere to run, darkness is closing in I don't fear the
he call his own Believes in himself but nobody else Does he trust and try to understand How they feel, can he see? Not so good He's a God fearing man
The devil plays hits where you'd least expect Its cold and dark when you're buried alive See how it feels marching into the flames. Its warm and bright
act of God Honesty's heresy in this holy war Contradiction and affliction Hardening my heart, my heart My heart, my heart This act of God This act of God
life Give back this world Woe to you of earth and sea Big God will always be Liar Big God, no God Burn God raped souls of our lives Hammers crush all
back this world "Woe to you of earth and sea" Big god will always be Liar! Big god, no god! Burn! Raped Souls: God raped souls Of our lives Hammers
A life in rigorism A life conducted by ideals That had become dusty ages ago Hypocritical propriety and false morals Self-obligated pain Automasochism
"All That Remains" by Fear of God Powerlines... steel webs confine, violating the brownish sky. Hard grey smothers, earth, like cancer. Cracks revealing
Did things he shouldn't have done But now he really regrets Walls around him, he knows he's never gonna leave this room 'til he's fucking dead So he'
It was so easy to do And now I got my hands deep in your guts
When I walk the streets People point at me Their kids, they don't play with mine 'Cause I'm positive, positive, AIDS-positive Help me, I'm positive,
All our imaginations gone forever Uninterrupted, the voice is in your head The eyes are blind, you're controlled by fear You are...controlled...by fear
Cold wars...Genocide... Slavery of Man Third World poverty... Multimillionaires Mass starvation, but don't be alarmed That part
You're a prisoner of your ideals Just a prisoner of your materialistic ideals You're a prisoner of your worthless ideals
Stereotype killing Screaming animals Terrified looking eyes Uncontrolled movements Now he's pushing the button And they're at the end of the way... To
First class people, better than the mob First class people, more equal than others! See them sit in their first class cabinets Painted faces smiling at
"Gimme more toxics" screams the river "You're gonna die on this rubbish planet!"