Man is the beast with its teeth shorn flat

The berserker that we muzzled in the mist

Mocked with abandon by a soft-handed lot

Who’ve yet to find a use for their fists

Man is the volcanic thrashing in the deep

Birthing the calm from his stress

Where those who have wants but have never known need

Can laugh freely in the face of his death

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Caged in the heart is the animal,

Rabid with animus, and calloused to pain.

The fair-weather folk see no need for the beast

But they’ll be scrambling for keys come the rain

But theirs is sedated, berated and wasting away

At the end of its chains

So while the sun’s setting be sure to shed light on the cage

Many a man stood too close to the door

And the rage swiped their scars into lore

Til those who grew fat on the bloodshed of beasts

Put a bounty on all of our claws

Force one to break and the other will fold

We are flesh put to work by old bones

But you show me a man with no snarl in his soul

And I’ll show you a fruit with no stone

(Chorus)

Caged in the heart is the animal,

Rabid with animus, and calloused to pain.