Bruxa de blair - movement of fear

Your eyes flash bright
but no longer have fire
everywhere you turn
this world is your shadow
with a pretty face
you burn so many eyes
this is the movement of fear
weird pop
you can't control
a smashing guy
a sack of gold
teach me to be happy
teach me control
this is the movement of fear
this is the movement of fear
loved the stare
that never cracked
loved the doors
they were never locked
loved the fools
at your finegertips
this is the movement of fear
this is the movement of fear
this is the movement of fear
this is the movement of fear