Alive in the deepest instincts of those who have the will
To carry on the bloodlines brought them here
The primitive urge to conquer and to kill
Will be the root of all that they learn to fear

And, still, for this sensation
They’ll hunger evermore
Crawling upon their bellies all their days
A world of their creation
Unknown beyond its floor
As they make sacrifices of themselves for their next taste

And there they writhe
Each choice their own
Each wasted life
Buried below
Always they strive
To eat their own
Never to thrive
Never to grow

Self destructing
At each chance to improve
Never to see what they’re convinced they outgrew

Within each generation, the need remains
To honor those no longer here to see
The primal drive to fight, to dominate
Will be the undoing of humanity
And, still, by this sensation
They’re never satisfied
Never content with all they’ve engineered
They’re blind to their ruination
Unwilling to provide
For generations yet to disappear

And when they die
Their names unknown
Each wasted life
Fails to provoke
Still, they will fight
To eat their own
Never to thrive
Never to grow

Never trusting
The word of those who proved
Their loyalty to all that would set us free
Left with nothing
Their kindness misconstrued
As all around them saw their empathy for greed

Never trusting
What could not be viewed
While their own heads remained forever buried
Left with nothing
In all they had refused
Never to occupy another memory

And when they die
Their names unknownEach wasted life
Fails to provoke
Still, they will fight
To eat their own
Never to thrive
Never to grow

Alive in the deepest instincts of those who linger still
The need for domination is replaced
The primitive urge to conquer and to kill
Would turn to wonder when the sky first caught their gaze

And, still, in their elation
Their reach remained too short
Unwilling to abandon their own graves
A world of their creation
Dead long before it’s born
As all that they were given’s thrown away

Still, they will fight
To eat their own
Never to thrive
Never to grow
Still, they will fight
To eat their own
Never to thrive
Never to grow