When it is I set my sights
On what all man has done
I'm not sure it is I like
What all man has become
This is the evaluation of evolution
The evolution of what we've become
This is the resurgence of a revolution
The revolution of us running from us
Though it's one we often fight
It is one we seldom win
A war that's waged inside our minds
Fought for the souls of man
The heart is a mechanism, I know this much
The mind is fizzled, but it catches the senses
The eyes seem human, they've got tear ducts
The soul is a body rack, that builds its own fences
We seem to treat life as if it's a game
Lost in the playground of wonder
Where we're our own bullies and nothing's the same
As we drag ourselves under
Lost in the fray of wonder and folly
We're the sheep headed for slaughter
It's the war of empathy and apathy
Passed down to our sons and daughters
Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 3:37 PM UTC
When it is I set my sights
On what all man has done
I'm not sure it is I like
What all man has become
This is the evaluation of evolution
The evolution of what we've become
This is the resurgence of a revolution
The revolution of us running from us
Though it's one we often fight
It is one we seldom win
A war that's waged inside our minds
Fought for the souls of man
The heart is a mechanism, I know this much
The mind is fizzled, but it catches the senses
The eyes seem human, they've got tear ducts
The soul is a body rack, that builds its own fences
We seem to treat life as if it's a game
Lost in the playground of wonder
Where we're our own bullies and nothing's the same
As we drag ourselves under
Lost in the fray of wonder and folly
We're the sheep headed for slaughter
It's the war of empathy and apathy
Passed down to our sons and daughters
