Freedom is watching the thing you hate die
Says the morning star with my lips
Burning alive with a sense of calm
As the dog licks the bath water from my wrist

And there's not enough survivor's guilt
Not at the bottom of the sea
Not in the starving coyote on my lawn
Not in me, not in me, not in me, not in me

Shame from indifference
(Not enough survivor's guilt)
Praised by a choir of insolence
(Not enough survivor's guilt)
Blessed by the visionless
(Not enough survivor's guilt)
What has become of this?
(Not enough survivor's guilt)

I'm the Bengal in the tall grass
Never will I grow to my full majesty
Not without the countless links of chain
And never ending acts of wanton brutality

And there's not enough survivor's guilt
Not in the branches of the trees
Not at the top of a tower in Dubai
Not in me, not in me, not in me, not in me

Shame from indifference
(Not enough survivor's guilt)
Praised by a choir of insolence
(Not enough survivor's guilt)
Blessed by the visionless
(Not enough survivor's guilt)
What has become of this?
(Not enough survivor's guilt)

Give me the glory of the sun
Give me all the glory till I'm numb
Give me all the glory of the sun
Give me all the glory till I'm numb
Numb, numb, numb, numb

Shame from indifference
(Not enough survivor's guilt)
Praised by a choir of insolence
(Not enough survivor's guilt)
Blessed by the visionless
(Not enough survivor's guilt)
What has become of this?
(Not enough survivor's guilt)