Animal

You are stronger than your animal-self

That doesn't mean, that your beast

Should lie forever...

Castrated, bottled on the shelf

We forget what a little restraint

A little choke on the chain

Can do, to sweeten the pain...

I am an animal

And it's master

Tis the miracle of man

To be aware and capable

Of thwarting his own disaster

Our Kultur calls it virtue

To satisfy our every whim

They call it freedom

Finally! Sweet Freedom!

But are you not simply slave to a new master?

Slave to your animal

Your desire

As it froths at the mouth

Licking its chops

Bucking and bawling

Jowls shake and tremble in anticipatory

Anxiety

We all serve

The question is who, or what do you serve?

Your higher self?

Your baser instincts?

Lust can never win

For lust itself has no will

I believe in you

It is time, to begin