[T H E U N K N O W N]

What is it, that we really fear?
It’s in the shadows, never clear
It’s the thing you think that’s there,
That’s waiting, lurking, just to scare

Once you look at it and care
You see the costumes that they wear

‚Cause, after all, it’s just
A product of your mind
See the memories that rust
And leave the fear behind
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