| This instinct was handed from serpents to thieves and priests
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| Feed off their own; |
| destroy their homes
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| In search of conquering their pride
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| Spine is ripped out, any vertebrae of ethics is in dismay
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| Survival; |
| how great it is and how’d you get it?
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| It’s obvious death comes, aside from your wealth, stature and healthcare
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| Power is why a human lives, while every organism just is
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| Malevolence molesting the systems of life
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| Annihilate ourselves, impacting all those to come
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| A step backwards, with nuclear arms
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| We’re wild with greed
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| Scarred by political charm
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| Depreciating with excess force
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| Protesting with only an unarmed voice
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| Tools of a trade are tossed for the fancy life
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| Led by the embalmed and blind
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| Someone take my spine before it’s lost
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| Give me fire and a blade to last
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| I’ve broken down sensitive eyes
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| To frost over those who won’t grasp their lives
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| Push!
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| No need for the stampeding
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| Human sized but making paths that have an impact
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| The game then connects from traveling
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| Without each pollination
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| We are unraveling
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| Sand blast battered with molten rock
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| We’ve evolved to be soft
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| The few will live and gorge on flesh;
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| No animal without fangs is feared
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| Filed down
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| Down to stubs
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| Filed down
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| When we are young
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| Destroying all learning, label it a phase
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| To be forgotten, not knowing hunger pains
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| Filed down
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| When we are young |