For ten thousand years they've been tryin'
To tear out the wild from your mind
They live an illusion of lyin'
For ten thousand years can't confine
Return in the night like a reptile
And rip all the clothes from your skin
Delight in the evil of your smile
Release the demon within
They fear you might realize your power
They're all too afraid now to see
That imminently comes your hour
Within they will find no relief
With soft lies the meek will inherit
So softly in silence they sleep
For only true beasts ever merit
Confusion confines only weak
Now you must decide if your spirit
Will your truly wild ever tame
Are you prey or predator in it
You're either the hunter or game
They fear you might realize your power
They're all too afraid now to see
That imminently comes your hour
Within they will find no relief
I ask you at last to consider
To guard your capacity know
What teeth you may grow as a sinner
You'll still have to reap what you sow