What If​​

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​​There are no better angels, our nature savage 
And murder, which requires no skill, is in
    our DNA
And the sons of the sinned-against become sinners

And truth is trumped by lies
While the thing you think you need to do is just

    an excuse 

    to look away

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The things we're told to believe come at a price

And faith, source of so much unhappinesss, is in 

    our DNA

And virtue has never been its own reward

While the thing you think you need to do is just

    an excuse 

    to look away

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Love doesn’t conquer all and isn't all you need

And jealousy, as far back as Cain, is in 

     our DNA  

And trust is forever and always contingent
And yet we persist, without excuse, knowing

     that life without love

     is no life at all