"Pray, boy, pray"; she whispered in my ear with a poison needle aimed right at my fears As the words of the Litany relieved me I realized it was I who had decieved me No Fable, no fiction ever made it easy I will not fear. Fear is the mind k**er I will allow it to pa** over me. When its gone, only I will remain. And when she asked me to tell her of my dreams she did so only to decieve I felt your Gom Jabar but from mine there's no reprive I learned the way of the knife and the cutting will be a relief I will not fear. Fear is the mind k**er I will allow it to pa** over me. When its gone, only I will remain.