I must not fear
Fear is the mind-killer
I must not fear
Fear is the mind-killer
Fear is the little death that brings total obliteration
I will face my fear

I will permit it to pass over me
And through me
And when it has gone past
I will turn the inner eye to see its path

Where the fear has gone
There will be nothing

Only I will remain
I must not fear
Fear is the mind-killer
Fear is the little death that brings total oblitеration
I will face my fear
I will permit it to pass ovеr me and through me
And when it has gone past
I will turn the inner eye to see its path
Where the fear has gone there will be nothing
Only I will remain
What's in the box
What's in the box
What's in the box
Pain
Pain

What's in the box
What's in the box
What's in the box
Pain
Pain

What's in the box
What's in the box
What's in the box
Pain
Pain

What's in the box
What's in the box
What's in the box
Pain
Pain

You've heard of animals chewing off a leg to escape a trap
That's an animal kind of trick
A human would remain in the trap
Endure the pain
Feign death that he might kill the trapper and
Remove a threat to his kind
(Why are you doing this)
(Why are you doing this)
To determine if you are a human
(Be silent) (It burns)
Silence

His world emptied of everything except the hand immersed in agony
He thought he could feel skin growing black on that agonized hand
The flesh crisping and falling away until only charred bone remained

What's in the box
What's in the box
What's in the box
Pain
Pain

What's in the box
What's in the box
What's in the box
Pain
Pain

What's in the box
What's in the box
What's in the box
Pain
Pain
What's in the box
What's in the box
What's in the box
Pain
Pain

It stopped
As though a switch had been turned off
The pain stopped

Enough
Take your hand from the box young human
And look at it (do it)

He jerked his hand from the box astonished
Not even a mark
No sign of agony on the flesh
He held up the hand
Turned it, flexed the fingers

Pain, she sniffed
A human can override any nerve in the body
Ever sift sand through a screen
We Bene Gesserit sift people to find the humans

Paul felt that he had been infected with terrible purpose
He did not know yet what the terrible purpose was

Why do you test for humans
To set you free
To set you free
From you

Once men turned their thinking over to machines
In the hopes that this would set them free
That only permitted other men with machines to enslave them

(Thou shalt not make a machine in the likeness of a human mind)