Eyedea & Abilities Follow

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 is considered prehistoric

Standing on my last limb
Survived by a naked rush
This story was written in my genetic code x3

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

I don’t wanna 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 and
I’m gonna use it to the best of my ability
My body as my armor will protect my brain from bruising
Even though as it secretes its poisonous power I almost lose it
Vomit inducing, diluted in the blood
Cause if I ever got a full blast
The rush would be too much

You can 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’ll have to quit running and take a stand
And all the flags at half-mast
Part heavy heart, part pain in the ass
I was trained not to think just react
Sometimes when a person goes that far
They’re 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
'Til then every human being is controlled by the fight