The Consequence Of Imagination Is Fear

The consequence of imagination's fear
 The million "what if I"s between your ears
 The feelings of regret
 And now I'm running to forget
 But know, the consequence of imagination's fear
 I met a man downtown the other day
 With ruby eyes that took my life away
 The moral always goes
 Don't trust the wolf in woolen clothes
 But know the consequence of imagination's fear
 I hear from the witches
 Fear sounds of the dead
 The source of the itchеs
 Lives under my bed
 Thе antidote we look so hard to find
 To purge yourself of fear, relax your mind
 But heaven only knows
 Where my mind leads, the feeling grows
 It knows the consequence of imagination's fear
 I hear from the witches
 Fear sounds of the dead
 The source of the itches
 Lives under my bed
 I hear from the witches
 Fear sounds of the dead
 The source of the itches
 Lives under my bed
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 And the witches
 They sing
 They sing, yeah
 And the whispers
 They grow
 They all grow
 And the witches
 They sing
 They sing, yeah
 And the whispers
 They grow
 They all know
 And the witches
 They sing
 They sing, yeah
 And the whispers
 They grow
 They all know
 And the witches
 They sing
 They sing, yeah
 And the whispers
 They grow
 They all know
 I hear from the witches
 Fear sounds of the dead
 The source of the itches
 Lives under my bed
 I hear from the witches
 Fear sounds of the dead
 The source of the itches
 Lives under my bed