Thema: Evolution's Filthy Hands

Evolution's filty hands

Decapitated
from humanity's corpse
Isolated
from family's ressource

Evolution puts down it's greedy hands
Taking everything glossy
glossy, shiny
Upon every heart of our's

With shivering hands
we await the possibility
Shall we rise?
Or shall we give up?

May thou dream
Thine dreams may be immortal
Eternal love be thee
Thou art immortal

Evolution got it's hands filthy again
still Every memory remains
And the dead man walking
draws his big black gun