For ten thousand years they've been tryin' To tear out the wild from your mind They live an illusion of lyin' For ten thousand years can't confine Return in the night like a reptile And rip all the clothes from your skin Delight in the evil of your smile Release the demon within They fear you might realize your power They're all too afraid now to see That imminently comes your hour Within they will find no relief With soft lies the meek will inherit So softly in silence they sleep For only true beasts ever merit Confusion confines only weak Now you must decide if your spirit Will your truly wild ever tame Are you prey or predator in it You're either the hunter or game They fear you might realize your power They're all too afraid now to see That imminently comes your hour Within they will find no relief I ask you at last to consider To guard your capacity know What teeth you may grow as a sinner You'll still have to reap what you sow