@migu music@

@migu music@

I try to simplify these thoughts that plague our minds

What is this mood we're in we live like saints with sin

How much to dignify the facts that come to light

We've lost the will to fight

At the top of the food chain we arrive

We arrive

Are we destined to grow old

Are we really the right strain to survive

To survive

We've got to redeem our souls souls

Unable to comply so eager to defy

The risk when you apply it hurts when loved ones die

Where is the moment when existence will depend

The test of now and then

At the top of the food chain we arrive

We arrive

Are we destined to grow old

Are we really the right strain to survive

To survive

We've got to redeem our souls

Constant ending no real mending

If we keep on living like we are

There isn't a chance that we'll get very far

So much waster so much lost

Its out job to alter the terrible cost

At the top of the food chain we arrive

We arrive

Are we destined to grow old

Are we really the right strain to survive

To survive

We've got to redeem our souls souls

We are the endangered species

We're running out of time