Evolutionaries All The Dark Things
VERSE 1This house is on fire
the slaves have found the key
Adam's apple is the poison root
of this tree
the stink of your skin
reminds me of my own sin
there is no way to come clean
but to burn everything
CHORUS 1
we killed our idols and grew our own wings
traded every thought
for all the dark things
VERSE 2
lets make this noise last
don't let the dead rest
we will have our revenge
for kicking us out of eden
the stink of your skin
reminds me of my own sin
there is no way to come clean
but to burn everything
CHORUS 2
We killed our idols and grew our own wings
traded every thought
for all the dark things
we are the puppets who cut their own strings
were the army of
all the dark things
