Do you want to know
When I draw the line
In the shadows
Where can it shine?
Mercy me, mercy me
Shame
Call to me, call to me
Insane
It's time to bury the weak
The frail, the helpless
The meek
It's time to survive the hunt
Cycle of selection
We've won
Oh, we've won
Won the hunt
Someone shine the light
The strong have won
The fight
Everyone follow me out
Shout with me
Shout with me
Someone shine the light
Shine the light
Shine the light
Can you shine the light?
We've won the fight
This time
This time
This time
How can we find
Our disgrace?
Laughing it out
To our face...
Time to bury the weak
The frail, the helpless
The meek
Time to survive the hunt
This cycle of selection
We've won
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