Primary Fear

The eyes of a child,

A white hand in my soul;

Black ocean, hate and love,

And an old fear in my mind.

But I must go on,

And I need a new star,

I need to feel all the strength

Of the History, tonight.

WITHOUT A DEAR FRIEND,

WITHOUT A DREAM,

I'M LIKE A WARRIOR,

A WARRIOR WITHOUT SWORD.

PRIMARY FEAR, IN MIND,

AND ON ALL THE SKIN,

I'M FEELING ALL THAT, NOW,

THE PRIMARY FEAR.

But I know my dark side,

And I know the pain;

And the shadow of my madness

Is a friend with a scorner smile.