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