So now the writing is on the wall But what's exposed won't be enough And the thought is just too much Of the digital knife's edge that cuts us all Of stripping bare, begging to crawl Pleasure purposed, target sold In Fear Of a Of a life in the box You'd do anything at all Saunter into the bedroom Suck down into the floor Will what you've done live and breathe Long after you're gone? I'd do anything at all Just to cut the legs off A man swallows his son The son plays the boogeyman You thought it was done You've got it all wrong In Fear Of a Of a life in the box In Fear Of no End ♪ You thought it was done You've got it all wrong You're gone In Fear Of no End