| As you stare down at your hands
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| This is what you are, man
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| Never to understand
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| Itself or surround
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| So tuck yourself in the folds of your clothes
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| Don’t put your feet where your mouth once was
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| Keep a critical mind from the prying eyes
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| Of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde
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| Is man kind? |
| Or does he lie?
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| In defense of the most spiteful pride
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| Aren’t we civilized
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| That we decide to divide
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| Each other lives into sides
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| In wars few survive
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| If it was the end would we know it by now?
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| What could we do to find out?
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| Other than stare up and wait for death to fall out the cloud
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| All moral objection is treason as fears keep rations on reason
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| Human beings, what little humanity found
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| Goodbye, I resign, nice try
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| Can’t leave yourself behind
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| Staring back down at your hands
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| This is who you are, you’re man
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| Best assimilate with the clan
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| And do all you can not to stand out |