Lirieke: Serj Tankian. Praise The Lord and Pass The Ammunition.

I fear that we'll miss Thy miracles of bliss
Or that we'll misinterpret Thy meaning of Christmas
How obvious can You be? We're too worldly to see
How You desperately yearn to set us free

I fear a disease of deception unknown
It traps us and tricks us to think we're alone
Born physically alive but spiritually dead
Rather die in You than live the world instead

I fear that we're blind and deaf to Thy calling
So much we're oblivious to our relentless falling
For what is unknown is often shunned upon
Even jewel encrusted gates, exotic orchid lawns
I fear that our fear might one day disappear