The Fear lyrics
by Zebrahead

Best of me, best of me

I wish the worship was mine

Apathy, apathy

For we live another day

Close it in, close it in

Technique I put me on the wall again



When I split right down the middle

Spill my insides

Hurts just a little

Split, split right down the middle

Swallow my pride

Choke, then I let go



Stop, wake up

These lies will help me find you

Fade in, fade out if that