Swallow your anger, and your lust, and your pride,
For their hearts don't rhythm but their hands do shake
Don't give an inch, a blink and you lose a metre.
For their hearts don't rhythm but their hands do shake.
Adventure for truth, but play the jester,
For their hearts don't rhythm but their hands do shake.
Evolution needs pressure, truth creates disorder, players play.
For their hearts don't rhythm but their hands do shake.
For a man need not indoctrination, but a tribe.
For their hearts rhythm and their hands shake.