To transgress out, out of a savage state of mind
A deep rooted, continuous outcry
Territory under rule
But from whom?
Do we choose the right to not choose to be fools?
To grasp greedily, a freedom from pride
A binding force, a source of strength
Territory under rule
But from whom?
Do we choose the right to not choose to be fools?
To be content to lose, an act of saving, of deliverance for a while
For the knowing smile of "I told you so"
Fear and it's penalties, to utter such cries
I think the choice is there to underule