(only Rush could have an epic DDoM post like this one)

Things crawl in the darkness
That imagination spins
Needles at your nerve ends
Crawl like spiders on your skin

Pounding in your temples
And a surge of adrenaline
Every muscle tense to fence the enemy within

I’m not giving in to security under pressure
I’m not missing out on the promise of adventure
I’m not giving up on implausible dreams
Experience to extremes
Experience to extremes…

Suspicious looking stranger
Flashes you a dangerous grin
Shadows across your window…
Was it only trees in the wind?

Every breath a static charge
A tongue that tastes like tin
Steely-eyed outside to hide the enemy within

To you, is it movement or is it action?
Is it contact or just reaction?
And you…revolution or just resistance?
Is it living, or just existence?
Yeah, you! It takes a little more persistence
To get up and go the distance

I’m not giving in to security under pressure
I’m not missing out on the promise of adventure
I’m not giving up on implausible dreams
Experience to extremes
Experience to extremes…

We’ve got nothing to fear…but fear itself?
Not pain, not failure, not fatal tragedy?
Not the faulty units in this mad machinery?
Not the broken contacts in emotional chemistry?

With an iron fist in a velvet glove
We are sheltered under the gun
In the glory game on the power train
Thy kingdom’s will be done

And the things that we fear are a weapon to be held against us…

He’s not afraid of your judgment
He knows of horrors worse than your Hell
He’s a little bit afraid of dying
But he’s a lot more afraid of your lying

And the things that he fears are a weapon to be held against him…

Can any part of life be larger than life?
Even love must be limited by time
And those who push us down that they might climb
Is any killer worth more than his crime?

Like a steely blade in a silken sheath
We don’t see what they’re made of
They shout about love, but when push comes to shove
They live for the things they’re afraid of

And the knowledge that they fear is a weapon to be used against them…

The night is black
Without a moon
The air is thick and still
The vigilantes gather on
The lonely torchlit hill

Features distorted in the flickering light
The faces are twisted and grotesque
Silent and stern in the sweltering night
The mob moves like demons possessed
Quiet in conscience, calm in their right
Confident their ways are best

The righteous rise
With burning eyes
Of hatred and ill-will
Madmen fed on fear and lies
To beat and burn and kill!

They say there are strangers who threaten us
Are immigrants and infidels
They say there is strangeness too dangerous
In our theaters and bookstore shelves
Those who know what’s best for us
Must rise and save us from ourselves

Quick to judge
Quick to anger
Slow to understand
Ignorance and prejudice
And fear walk hand in hand…

The city crouches, steaming
In the early morning half light
The sun is still a rumor
And the night is still a threat
Slipping through the dark streets
And the echoes and the shadows
Something stirs behind me
And my palms begin to sweat

Sometimes I freeze…until the light comes
Sometimes I fly…into the night
Sometimes I fight…against the darkness
Sometimes I’m wrong…sometimes I’m right

Coiled for the spring
Or caught like a creature in the headlights
Into a desperate panic
Or a tempest of blind fury
Like a cornered beast
Or a conquering hero

The menace threatens, closing
And I’m frozen in the shadows
I’m not prepared to run away
And I’m not prepared to fight

I can’t stand to reason
Or surrender to a reflex
I will trust my instincts
Or surrender to my fright

Sometimes we freeze…until the light comes
Sometimes we’re wrong…and sometimes we’re right
Sometimes we fight…against the darkness
Sometimes we fly…into the night

Blood running cold
Mind going down into a dark night
Of a desperate panic
Or a tempest of blind fury
Like a cornered beast
Or a conquering hero

Sometimes I freeze
Sometimes I fight
Sometimes I fly
Into the night

Rush - Fear I: The Enemy Within

Rush - Fear II: The Weapon

Rush - Fear III: Witch Hunt

Rush - Fear IV: Freeze

Machine Head - Fear III: Witch Hunt

If you’re leaving, close the door
I’m not expecting people anymore
Hear me grieving, I’m lying on the floor
Whether I’m drunk or dead I really ain’t too sure

I’m a blind man, I’m a blind man and my world is pale
When a blind man cries, LORD, you know there ain’t no sadder tale

Had a friend once in a room
Had a good time but it ended much too soon
In a cold month in that room
We found a reason for the things we had to do

I’m a blind man, I’m a blind man, now my room is cold
When a blind man cries, LORD, you know he feels it from his soul

Deep Purple - When a Blind Man Cries

Metallica - When a Blind Man Cries

We all came down to Montereax
On the Lake Geneva shoreline
To make records with a mobile
We didn’t have much time

But Frank Zappa and the Mothers
Were at the best place around
But some stupid with a flare-gun
Burned the place to the ground

Smoke on the Water
Fire in the sky
Smoke on the Water

They burned down the gambling house
It died with an awful sound
Funky Claude was running in and out
Pulling kids out the ground

When it all was over
We had to find another place
But Swiss time was running out
It seemed that we would lose the race

Smoke on the Water
Fire in the sky
Smoke on the Water

We ended up at the Grand Hotel
It was empty, cold and bare
But with the Rolling-truck-Stones thing just outside
Making our music there

With a few red lights, a few old beds
We made a place to sweat
No matter what we get out of this
I know, I know we’ll never forget

Smoke on the Water
Fire in the sky
Smoke on the Water

Deep Purple - Smoke on the Water

Dio - Smoke on the Water

Iommi - Smoke on the Water

Papa Roach - Smoke on the Water [feat. Santana]

Gather the wind
Though the wind won’t help you fly at all
Your back’s to the wall
Chain the sun
And it tears away to face you
As you run, you run, you run!

Behind a smile
There’s danger and a promise to be told
You’ll never get old
Life’s fantasy
To be locked away and still think you’re free
You’re free, we’re free!

So live for today
Tomorrow never comes
Die Young, Die Young
Can’t you see the writing in the air?
Die young, gonna die young
Someone stopped the fair

Gather the wind
Though the wind won’t help you fly at all
Your back’s to the wall
Then chain the sun
And it tears away to face you
As you run away, run away, run away!

So live for today
But tomorrow never comes
Die Young, young
Die Young, Die Young
Die Young, Die Young, young
Die Young, Die Young
Die Young, Die Young
Die Young, Die Young
Die Young

Heaven and Hell - Die Young

Rob Flynn - Die Young