Uncovered ancient longing
Ancestors of my shame
Dissension hanging on its name
Established by the elders
Endangered by the youth
Preserved at any cost or truth
They gather ‘round their campfire
I shiver in my cave
With the fear of the tribe
With the fear of the tribe
And an instinct to survive
With the fear of the tribe
This world’s the only thing
This world’s the only thing
This world’s the only thing it fights
Fell into deeper waters
Swam through a darker tide
This world’s the enemy it fights
They’ll build another campfire
I’ll find another cave
With the fear of the tribe
With the fear of the tribe
And an instinct to survive
With the fear of the tribe
This world’s the only thing
This world’s the only thing
This world’s the only thing it fights
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Lyrics submitted by Mark Breitinger.