The Consequence Of Imagination Is Fear

The consequence of imagination's fear

The million "what if I"s between your ears

The feelings of regret

And now I'm running to forget

But know, the consequence of imagination's fear

I met a man downtown the other day

With ruby eyes that took my life away

The moral always goes

Don't trust the wolf in woolen clothes

But know the consequence of imagination's fear

I hear from the witches

Fear sounds of the dead

The source of the itchеs

Lives under my bed

Thе antidote we look so hard to find

To purge yourself of fear, relax your mind

But heaven only knows

Where my mind leads, the feeling grows

It knows the consequence of imagination's fear

I hear from the witches

Fear sounds of the dead

The source of the itches

Lives under my bed

I hear from the witches

Fear sounds of the dead

The source of the itches

Lives under my bed

And the witches

They sing

They sing, yeah

And the whispers

They grow

They all grow

And the witches

They sing

They sing, yeah

And the whispers

They grow

They all know

And the witches

They sing

They sing, yeah

And the whispers

They grow

They all know

And the witches

They sing

They sing, yeah

And the whispers

They grow

They all know

I hear from the witches

Fear sounds of the dead

The source of the itches

Lives under my bed

I hear from the witches

Fear sounds of the dead

The source of the itches

Lives under my bed