Your eyes flash bright but no longer have fire everywhere you turn this world is your shadow with a pretty face you burn so many eyes this is the movement of fear weird pop you can't control a smashing guy a sack of gold teach me to be happy teach me control this is the movement of fear this is the movement of fear loved the stare that never cracked loved the doors they were never locked loved the fools at your finegertips this is the movement of fear this is the movement of fear this is the movement of fear this is the movement of fear
