Medo
Pitty
Fear
Fear, it drips between my fingers
Between my fingers
I lick my fingers
And savor my own fear
Fear, it drips between my fingers
Between my fingers
I lick my fingers
And savor my own fear
Fear of having, fear of losing
Everyone has their own
And everyone has some
Sweating cold, hands freezing
Heart racing until suffocating
We only tremble for ourselves
Or for those we love
A man who fears nothing
Is a man who loves nothing
Fear, it drips between my fingers
Between my fingers
I lick my fingers
And savor my own fear
Fear, it drips between my fingers
Between my fingers
I lick my fingers
And savor my own fear
Hi-tech paranoia is the syndrome
Contagious, manipulative
Ancient battle:
The man and his dread
Harmful if paralyzed
We only tremble for ourselves
Or for those we love
A man who fears nothing
Is a man who loves nothing
If you run, the beast catches you
If you stay, the beast eats you
If you run, the beast catches you
If you stay, the beast eats you
If you run, the beast catches you
If you stay, the beast eats you
Fear, it drips between my fingers
Between my fingers
I lick my fingers
And savor my own fear
Fear, it drips between my fingers
Between my fingers
I lick my fingers
And savor my own fear
Fear, it drips between my fingers
Between my fingers
I lick my fingers
And savor my own fear
Fear, it drips between my fingers
Between my fingers
I lick my fingers
And savor my own fear
