| My throat is bare, there’s a sense of danger;
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| I feel a hand
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| And the hand is strange
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| The hand is dead
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| Red blood on my hand;
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| And as you die
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| I don’t feel your pain
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| Where am I now?
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| What is this crowd —
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| Of creatures all around me?
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| What can I do inside the zoo
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| The zoo that has no keeper?
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| The dogs of war score and reassemble;
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| Their fangs go deep;
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| Sleep is blind to pain
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| I feel their breath
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| Death is no stranger;
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| The vulture soars
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| Claws tear out my eyes
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| Where am I now?
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| What is this crowd —
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| Of creatures all around me?
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| What can I do inside the zoo
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| The zoo that has no keeper?
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| There’s no way out of this jungle
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| Just no way out of this jungle
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| Outside my door four men are waiting;
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| They have the same names
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| But no one knows;
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| The light goes out
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| I shout, but no one hears me;
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| I feel a hand
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| And the hand is strange
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| Where am I now?
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| What is this crowd —
|
| Of creatures all around me?
|
| What can I do inside the zoo
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| The zoo that has no keeper? |