Testing 321

Testing 321
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

   	

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