Madge, what's your secret?
What makes you water your mouth
How about the sound of a dog
Who's alone in the house
What makes you want to love
In a world full of automatons
What's holding God above
Who tells you you got it wrong
Fear, the secret ingredient
Fear behind every decision
Fear you're paying its rent
Fear's got your money spent
Haunted by your dreams
You don't know what they mean
Sands of time in the vaseline
Feel lucky you're so fucked
Fear behind every face
Fear of things unsaid
Fear of what you really meant
Fear will hold your breath
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