The Weapon lyrics

We've got nothing to fear...but fear itself? Not pain, not failure, not fatal tragedy? Not the faulty units in this mad machinery? Not the broken contacts in emotional chemistry? With an iron fist in a velvet glove We are sheltered under the gun In the glory game on the power train Thy kingdom's will be done And the things that we fear are a weapon to be held against us... He's not afraid of your judgment He knows of horrors worse than your Hell He's a little bit afraid of dying But he's a lot more afraid of your lying And the things that he fears are a weapon to be held against him... Can any part of life be larger than life? Is any killer worth more than his crime? Even love must be limited by time And those who push us down that they might climb Like a steely blade in a silken sheath We don't see what they're made of They live for the things they're afraid of They shout about love, but when push comes to shove And the knowledge that they fear is a weapon to be used against them...