Something’s out there waiting.
If I step through the door, it’ll spring.
It’ll tear me apart without caring,
Or deal me a poisonous sting.

I know they are watching.
They want me to sleep,
For once deep in my slumber,
The wolves have their sheep.

The only thing to fear
Is fear itself,
Fear itself.
The only thing to fear
Is fear itself,
Fear itself.

They wait for an opening,
Then sneak into my dreams,
And my body lies naked and helpless,
While knowing it can’t even scream.

The only thing to fear
Is fear itself,
Fear itself.
The only thing to fear
Is fear itself,
Fear itself.

Don’t give it the power.
Don’t give it the power.
(Don’t give it. Don’t give it. Don’t give it the power.)
Don’t give it the power.
(Don’t give it. Don’t give it. Don’t give it the power.)
Don’t give it the power.

The only thing to fear
Is fear itself,
Fear itself.
The only thing to fear
Is fear itself,
Fear itself.

The only thing to fear
Is fear itself,
Fear itself.
The only thing to fear
Is fear itself,
Fear itself.

Don’t give it the power.
Don’t give it the power.
Don’t give it the power.
Don’t give it the power.