| G | G | G | G |
| Bb | F | G | G | x4
| Bb | F | G | D | Bb | Bb |

[Verse 1]
              G                   D
We've got nothing to fear...but fear itself?
Bb                                 G        D
Not pain, not failure, not fatal tragedy?
Bb                            G           D
Not the faulty units in this mad machinery?
Bb                             G         D
Not the broken contacts in emotional chemistry?
         Am              Em
With an iron fist in a velvet glove
         C
We are sheltered under the gun
         Am               Em
In the glory game on the power train
 C                     Am  | Em | C | C |
Thy kingdom's will be done

           Eb           F         Eb            C   Bb  G          | G |
And the things that we fear are a weapon to be held a - gainst us

[Chorus]
      D
He's not afraid of your judgment
              Am
He knows of horrors worse than your Hell
         G
He's a little bit afraid of dying
            Am         G              F    | E | D | D |
But he's a lot more afraid of your lying
          Eb            F          Eb            C   Bb  G          | G |
And the things that he fears are a weapon to be held a - gainst him

| Bb | F | G | G | x2
| Bb | F | G | D | Bb | Bb |

[Verse 2]
         G                D
Can any part of life be larger than life?
Bb                            G    D
Even love must be limited by time
    Bb                                      G       D
And those who push us down that they might climb
   Bb                               G     D
Is any killer worth more than his crime?
        Am                Em
Like a steely blade in a silken sheath
    C
We don't see what they're made of
       Am                        Em
They shout about love, but when push comes to shove
 C                                      Am | Em | C | C |
They live for the things they're afraid of

          Eb                F          Eb           C   Bb  G          | G |
And the knowledge that they fear is a weapon to be used a - gainst them

[Chorus] (x2)
      D
He's not afraid of your judgment
              Am
He knows of horrors worse than your Hell
         G
He's a little bit afraid of dying
            Am         G              F    | E | D | D |
But he's a lot more afraid of your lying
          Eb            F          Eb            C   Bb  G          | G |
And the things that he fears are a weapon to be held a - gainst him