I don’t want to face the killer instinct —
Face it in your or me
We carry a sensitive cargo
Below the waterline —
Ticking like a time bomb
With a primitive design
Behind the finer feelings —
This civilized veneer —
The heart of a lonely hunter
Guards a dangerous frontier
The balance can sometimes fail —
Strong emotions can tip the scale —
Don’t want to silence a desperate voice
For the sake of security
No one wants to make a terrible choice
On the price of being free
I don’t want to face the killer instinct — face it in you or me
So we keep it under lock and key…
It’s not a matter of mercy
It’s not a matter of laws
Plenty of people will kill you for some fanatical cause
It’s not a matter of conscience —
A search for probable cause
It’s just a matter of instinct — a matter of fatal flaws
No reward for resistance
No assistance — no applause…
We don’t want to be victims
On that we all agree, so we lock up the killer instinct —
And throw away the key…