| So for up the river
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| So deep in the jungle
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| So last, beyond rescue
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| You reside in a place from which you cannot escape
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| So last beyond rescue
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| Your spirit, your soul put on hold
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| Contempt for life fills the new void
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| So last beyond rescue
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| So far along you cannot recall
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| The night the wolves claimed you
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| They came under the cover of night
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| Cloaked in good intentions
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| That in time turned to dust
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| When the primordial urge becomes the guiding logic
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| Humanity turns to rust
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| We cannot turn and run away
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| We cannot change what is the nature of our ways
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| Despite the lofty things we say
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| It is ourselves we praise
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| The higher we strife, the deeper we dig our grave
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| Pride cometh before the fall
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| And as principles are pushed out the door
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| Values we choose after we decide what we want to justify
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| We cannot turn and run away
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| We cannot change what is the nature of our ways
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| Despite the lofty things we say
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| It is ourselves we praise
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| The higher we strife, the deeper we dig our grave
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| We do not wish to turn away
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| We reject change. |
| It is the nature of our ways
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| Despite the lofty things we say
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| It is ourselves we praise
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| Trying to be god, we long ago last out way
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| My god, what have we done
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| Or is this your will done?
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| Power emerges a shadow of the soul
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| To roam the earth in serach of itself
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| We do not wish to turn away
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| We reject change. |
| It is the nature of our ways
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| Despite the lofty things we say
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| It is ourselves we praise
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| Trying to be god, we long ago last out way
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| As the human mind escapes the sane
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| We run away. |
| Pretend we cannot stand the sight of pain
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| But we cannot look away
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| The appeal of horror is too great
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| And we have ourselves to blame
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| We have ourselves to blame |