Eyedea & Abilities This Story
When I was young I was a single-celled omeba
Then I learned how to go to war over ideas
Now im into strippin mother earth of the resources
Waitin for the day that today is considered pre-historic
Standing on my last limb
Survived by a naked rush
This story was written in my genetic code
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I dont want to, but if i have to ill make a big mistake
Theres no judge or jury when your looking adrenaline in the face
Years of refinement to make this make this machine
Im gonna use it to the best of my ability
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
Cuz 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
We can give or take, its noone elses choice
One day you have to quit running and take a stand
And all the flags at half mass
Part heavy heart, part pain in the ass
I was trained not the 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
When ripped of understanding of higher
human ancestors killed each other when we could have loved each other
One day we'll be holding hands instead of grudges
We'll eliminate our territorial circuits and noble?
One day we'll be holding hands instead of M-16's
Tell then every human being is controlled by the fight.
