The cub and the forsaken lion
Reached up to touch the sky
One missed by a thousand miles
That's alright
Fishing for an ounce of meaning
Ingrained in our psyche
At least it is for the big cats
Maybe not the bureaucrats
That's why the cub runs so far East
He runs so he can see
Anything with some meaning that's
What keeps him company
Treading carefully
That's forced upon me
Feeding all society's greed
Don't be
Anything that's not in the book
Don't disobey the pack
Don't pretend you're good for anything
Else
Treading carefully
That's forced upon me
Feeding all society's greed
Don't be
Anything that's not in the book
Don't disobey the pack
Treading carefully
That's forced upon me
Feeding all society's greed
Don't be
Anything that's not in the book
Don't disobey the pack