Terror (Is A State Of Mind) - In Letter Form

Spent too many years of my life afraid,

With my back against the wall and a head full of shame,

It was a choice that I made,

A choice that I made

But now I’m looking out and I see the crowd

Hear the fear they sell with their TV sounds

And the look in their eye,

They got fear in their eyes

So now you wanna tell me all about your god,

Who needs your help to spread his word of love

Gonna save my soul?

For a pocket of gold?

But I don’t think your god would approve

Of all the mothers you’ve killed while defending his truth.

You better save your soul,

But who’s gonna save his soul?

I’m not gonna be afraid no more, no I’m not gonna be afraid no more

Because it’s all in my mind,

It’s all in my mind

You’re all in my mind, get out of my mind