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 found charity
Yeah you found sanctity

You've crushed the one thing that holds you dear
And wonder when you're left holding a spear
You cut out his givings

And you call out the young
Walk on to breakfast then you count down to one
Side with persistence as you call up the sun

And refuse to see it but you count down to one
Now you found better love
Then you found asylum

You've crushed the one thing that holds you dear
And wonder when you're left holding a spear