There are different shades of evil
Various levels of good
Different shades of ferocity
Below every distinct hood
Instinctively
I want to be
At the pinnacle of whatever 
They planted in me

There is a marker
A subtle divide
Separating the easy-going man
From the Grampus inside
Someday
Under somebody's sun
Beast will conquer man
And they will come
The ghosts of my unholy past
The spooks of my shadowy future
Instinctively
They will come back to me

There's a whisper in my ear
A taste on my tongue
Modsefa by my bed
I was perhaps a mere five years young
I'm aspiring to be
At the top of the tree
Beneath the darkened skies
My destiny simmering hot-cold
Within my vengeful eyes

You can't teach instinct
Instinct can't be bought
You're born with what you have
It can't be borrowed or caught

I can fly with the best
Run with the best
Hunt with the best
Feed with the best
Kill and kill and kill
And kill with the very best
Instinctively 
I want to be at the very top of the tree

When my song comes on
I won't have to query Harry, Dick or Tom
I'll do whatever has to be done
And they will come
The ghosts of my past
The spooks of my shadowy future
My old lovers
My ancient teachers
My beloved warriors
We're aspiring to be
The ravens
At the very top of the tree

Angry
Hungry
Thirsty
For more
Unbridled war
When the noxious fumes from the
Various sinners
Near and far-flung schemers
Covers the sun
My Daemons 
Past
And future
My apparitions
They will come
They will come back to me
Instinctively 

I want to be
At the very top of my tree
The King Of Shadows
Instinctively


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