When I was young I was a single celled amoeba
Then I learned how to go to war over ideas
Now I'm into stripping mother earth of her resources

Waiting for the day that today's considered pre-historic

Standing on my last limb

Survived by a naked rush
This story was written in my genetic code


Standing on my last limb
Survived by a naked rush
This story was written in my genetic code


Standing on my last limb
Survived by a naked rush

This story was written in my genetic code

Standing on my last limb

Survived by a naked rush
This story was written in my genetic code


I don't want to but if I have to I'll make a big mistake
There's no judge or jury when you're looking adrenaline in the face
Years of refinement to make this machine, I'm gonna use it to the best of my abilities

My body as my armor will protect my brain from fusing

Even though it still secretes its poisonous power I almost lose it

Vomit enducing
Deluded in the blood
'Cus if I ever got a full blast the rush would be too much


Well you could hear the break in his grown up voice
You can feel the quiver when you shake his hand

You can give or take it's no one else's choice
One day you have to quit, run in and take a stand


And all the flags at half mast
Part heavy heart part pain in the $$#
I was trained not to think, just react

Sometimes when a person goes that far their never coming back

Maybe we'll evolve to a point where fear as an experience

Is no longer instinctual but rather an emotion we use
To enrich our understanding of why our human ancestors
Killed each other when they could have loved each other


One day we'll be holding hands instead of grudges
We'll eliminate our territorial circuits and know what love is

One day we'll be holding hands instead of M-16s
'Till then every human being's controlled by the fight