We are not interested in the possibility of defeat
Not within the silence of a deserted ally
Nor the clamor of a crowded street
F.E.A.R. can not be vanquished
We can not be destroyed
F.E.A.R. will rise up again and control the masses
Take back the power and crush the insurgent hoard
As war fades in to the distant memories of enlightened pigs and open wounds
The rebels will begin to perish
One by one, they should
Feel the F.E.A.R. of dying young
Not ignore the chance to scream
Lie awake at night in terror
Admitting F.E.A.R. will return to glory
And the story of rebels who set out to conquer will finish
But...
