Our senses help us grow and communicate
“This race must continue, go  find  a mate”
Saying  so,  our   emotions   do  we  berate
“Is it him or her?” 'tis  our  hottest  debate

We lock eyes, and so begins the endless dance
Call it an  experience or  maybe  even a trance
There’s  just the two of us in this vast expanse
Just to make things simple, we call it romance

Upon  us  now  is  a  turning  of  the  cosmic tide
In this scheme, We are like but fish out of water
Just under the surface, like the  truth  we  reside
As for the harvest, there must be fresh slaughter

Let’s take a  thick brush and paint this canvas
Let our colours be bright and our strokes, bold
Let them look back  at  our lingering  madness
“A millennia  before, our stories they foretold”

But   why,  when   there’s  procrastination
Would we ever envision a joyous peasant
And  why,  when  there’s  mass castration
Wouldn't we need these anti-depressants

We  store  the  remnants  of  our  memories  in  a  few  boxes
Never enough  space,  we  always  need  more  storage  units
Tiniest crevice do  we  find, “Come let us release our toxins”
We forget that they’re there, once they've lost their newness

We     come     closer     when     we     share    this     moment
A  simple  command  given  to our  pre-programmed selves
A  few  simple,  meaningless  words,  turned  into  a  slogan
Within moments, the symbols are sold out from the shelves

Sputtering from the cradle, stuttering to the grave
For  simply  living  each  moment,  we   are  brave
Even  sociopaths, while  in  a  crowd  will  behave
Never were you free, since birth were you a slave

“Find  a  prey, take  a  life.” Under  his  breath, chants the hunter
Weapons  soar  through  the  open skies, “Protect us, oh bunker!”
Here they  come, in  their cold  lifeless  selves, to tear us asunder
Wise old men say time and again, “Life is nothing but a blunder”