My brother Esau k**ed a hunter Back in 1969 And before the k**ing was done, His inheritance was mine. But his birthright was a wand to wave Before a weary band. Esau gave me sleeplessness And a piece of moral land. My father favored Esau, Who was eager to obey All the bloody wild commandments The Old Man shot his way. But all this favor ended When my brother failed at war. He staggered home And found me in the door. [Chorus:] Esau skates on mirrors anymore... He meets his pale reflection at the door. Yet sometimes at night I dream He's still that hairy man, Shadowboxing the Apocalypse And wandering the land. Shadowboxing the Apocalypse And wandering the land. Esau holds a blessing; Brother Esau bears a curse. I would say that the blame is mine But I suspect it's something worse. The more my brother looks like me, The less I understand The silent war that bloodied both our hands. Sometimes at night, I think I understand. It's brother to brother and it's man to man And it's face to face and it's hand to hand... We shadowdance the silent war within. The shadowdance, it never ends... Never ends, never ends. Shadowboxing the Apocalypse, yet again... Yet again. Shadowboxing the Apocalypse, And wandering the land.