Movement of Fear - tweaker

Your eyes flash bright

But no longer have fire

Everywhere you turn

This world is your shadow

With a pretty face

You burn so many eyes

This is the movement of fear

Weird pop

You can’t control

A smashing guy

A sack of gold

Teach me to be happy

Teach me control

This is the movement of fear

This is the movement of fear

Loved the stare

That never cracked

Loved the doors

They were never locked

Loved the fools

At your fingertips

This is the movement of fear

This is the movement of fear

This is the movement of fear

This is the movement of fear