From the recording The Giraffe Attack Collection
Eric: Lead vocals, guitars, bass
Ryan Cyr: Backing vocals, drums
Leah Finklestein: Piano
Mixing: Eric, Billy Slifka, James Whalen
Lyrics
The Fear
Got to stop trying so hard to make it work
Cannot be afraid to find out where it hurts
From the other side I can plainly see
All the walls that I have built inside of me
Oh trouble, you hold your gun up to my brain
The fear is like a virus it survives in many strains
Like a quicksand struggle and all I can do to breathe
It’s up to my neck though it started at my feet
I cower in my misery, will no one lend a hand?
The sleep it is winning and all I taste is sand
Oh trouble, you hold your gun up to my brain
The fear, it makes you shut up and look the other way
I ain’t gonna be who you want me to be
I’m no longer gonna feed this negativity
The pattern is changing but only in ups and downs
And I’m going crazy, for in the framework I’m still bound
Still no recollection of how I landed here
Then you feel them reach out, the comforting hands of fear
Oh trouble, holds the gun up to your brain
The fear is like a bible, crushing you with every page
Oh trouble, holds the gun up to your brain
But only you can pull the trigger to do all the damage
I ain’t gonna be who you want me to be
I hate all the thoughts that occur to me
I am no longer afraid to lose control
You’ve got to be yourself or else be like every other lost soul