My brother Esau killed a hunter
  Back in 1969
  And before the killing 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.