Music: Henrietta Tiefenthaler/Oliver Neil Wennink
Whoa, oh, I see you now
And I think that I got you figured out
You're alone and that's your fault
But I think that I got you figured out
In all of the places, behind all of the faces
Like a voice inside your ear, the fear is here
Down on your knees begging it please
I can feel it drawing near, the fear
Whoa, oh, I see you now
And I think that I got you figured out
You're alone and that's your fault
But I think that I got you figured out
Down on your knees, begging it please
It never will leave
That's what the fear needs
You don't belong, you're never wrong
The best is all gone
That's just the fear's song
That's what the fear needs
In all of the places
Behind all of the faces
The fear is here