| G | G | G | G |
| Bb | F | G | G | x4
| Bb | F | G | D | Bb | Bb |
[Verse 1]
G D
We've got nothing to fear...but fear itself?
Bb G D
Not pain, not failure, not fatal tragedy?
Bb G D
Not the faulty units in this mad machinery?
Bb G D
Not the broken contacts in emotional chemistry?
Am Em
With an iron fist in a velvet glove
C
We are sheltered under the gun
Am Em
In the glory game on the power train
C Am | Em | C | C |
Thy kingdom's will be done
Eb F Eb C Bb G | G |
And the things that we fear are a weapon to be held a - gainst us
[Chorus]
D
He's not afraid of your judgment
Am
He knows of horrors worse than your Hell
G
He's a little bit afraid of dying
Am G F | E | D | D |
But he's a lot more afraid of your lying
Eb F Eb C Bb G | G |
And the things that he fears are a weapon to be held a - gainst him
| Bb | F | G | G | x2
| Bb | F | G | D | Bb | Bb |
[Verse 2]
G D
Can any part of life be larger than life?
Bb G D
Even love must be limited by time
Bb G D
And those who push us down that they might climb
Bb G D
Is any killer worth more than his crime?
Am Em
Like a steely blade in a silken sheath
C
We don't see what they're made of
Am Em
They shout about love, but when push comes to shove
C Am | Em | C | C |
They live for the things they're afraid of
Eb F Eb C Bb G | G |
And the knowledge that they fear is a weapon to be used a - gainst them
[Chorus] (x2)
D
He's not afraid of your judgment
Am
He knows of horrors worse than your Hell
G
He's a little bit afraid of dying
Am G F | E | D | D |
But he's a lot more afraid of your lying
Eb F Eb C Bb G | G |
And the things that he fears are a weapon to be held a - gainst him
