This Story - Eyedea & Abilities

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’s considered pre-historic

Standing on my last limb

Survived by a naked rush

This story was written in my genetic code

Standing on my last limb

Survived by a naked rush

This story was written in my genetic code

Standing on my last limb

Survived by a naked rush

This story was written in my genetic code

Standing on my last limb

Survived by a naked rush

This story was written in my genetic code

I don’t want to 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 abilities

My body as my armor will protect my brain from bruising

Even though it still secretes its poisonous power I almost lose it

Vomit inducing

Diluted in the blood

Cause if I ever got a full glass 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

You can give or take it’s no one else’s choice

One day you 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

'Till then every human being is controlled by the fight