Survivor's Guilt

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 What has become of this?