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In primitive existence man fought one-to-one
The law of survival was fight, if not then run
Modern agression has much more at stake
A world no one inherits if there's nothing in the wake
Now you've found charity
Yeah you've found sanctity
You crush the one thing that holds you dear
And wonder when you're left holding a spear
You cut out misgivings and you call out the young
Walk on to breakfast then you count down to one
Sigh with persistence as you call up the sun
And refuse to see it but you count down to one
Now you've found bedlam
Then you've found asylum
You crush the one thing that holds you dear
And wonder when you're left holding a spear
