To transgress out, out of a savage state of mind A deep-rooted, continuous outcry Territory under rule But from whom? Do we choose the right to not choose to be fools? To grasp greedily, a freedom from pride A binding force, a source of strength Territory under rule But from whom? Do we choose the right to not choose to be fools? To be content to lose An act of saving, of deliverance for a while For the knowing smile of 'I told you so' 'I told you so' 'I told you so' 'I told you so' Fear and its penalties, to utter such cries Fear and its penalties, to utter such cries I think the choice is there to under-rule I think the choice is there to under-rule