"Hello fear, my dear old friend."
"I've come to talk with you again. Okay with you if I sit?"
"Okay with you if I bleed?"
"Or shall we better dance? Hell yeah, let's fucking dance!"

Nine-eleven
Nine-eleven
Nine-eleven
Nine-eleven

I saw it in the news
That evil can be tamed
Feel the fear - I can taste it
I was force fed
I need to...

…HIDE AWAY…
…HIDE AWAY…
…HIDE AWAY…
…FROM IT ALL…

On the count of four - you go through that door
On the count of three - you nomore can see
On the count of two - as you're told, you do
On the count of one - staring at the neon sun

Nine-eleven
Nine-eleven

We saw it in the news
That evil can be tamed
Feel the fear - we can taste it
We were force fed
We all need to...

…HIDE AWAY…
…FIND A WAY…
…HIDE AWAY…
…FROM IT ALL…

Change the channel
Maybe someday
You'll find some
That makes sense