(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

I hate everything I am becoming
This change is torture
There is never enough to give
Only plenty to take, and this I wage

When the ground parts from below
Will it feel so?
How can I gain from another when the other goes?

This hand, this hurt, my heart
I’ll flirt with disaster
Just know now, man, the deal is off

I’ll be no good
This time defines
I’ll put my touch around the grip of this knife
These dirty hands just won’t come clean
I’m a murderer, the worst these worlds will see

Mercy
Please leave her just a little bit longer
She’s all my world
My love
I apologize
With that you will see the end of days
Just rest assured

‘Cuz they won’t let her go and I remain so
Alone to work out a clever way to get her home
I will do what I must

I’ll flirt with disaster
Just know now, boy, you’re out of luck

I’ll be no good
This time defines
I’ll put my touch around the grip of this knife
These dirty hands just won’t come clean
I’m a murderer, the worst these worlds will see

Oh, save me from defeat again
This is war
Murder the one so close
While she trusts, you curse
Die, my darling

If only you know now
How lovely you glow
In the Flame of Error

Oh, I ask too much
Please turn back the clock and take me instead

How have you come to lose?
The only thing, the other 1 to your 2
I’ve become the wrong in everyone’s sleep
Please burn me a god

I’ll be no good
This time defines
I’ll put my touch around the grip of this knife
These dirty hands just won’t come clean
I’m a murderer, the worst these worlds will see

Oh, save me from defeat again
This is war
Murder the one so close
While she trusts, you curse
Die, my darling

I’ll be no good
This time defines
I’ll put my touch around the grip of this knife
These dirty hands just won’t come clean
I’m a murderer, the worst these worlds will see

Oh, save me from defeat again
Oh, save me from defeat again

Coheed and Cambria - In the Flame of Error