Fear Lies, You Rise
You must cultivate a sense of pronoia
in this world so prone to paranoia.
No one can do it for ya.
Overanalyzing is a killjoy.
You got to let yourself feel joy.
Just love and don’t ask why, boy.
Turn on a smile.
Run right into the wild.
Let joy into your soul awhile.
Fear lies. You rise. Fear lies.
You rise. Fear lies. You rise.
In both hands you hold a fist.
Raise two fingers
and plant the trees of peace.