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
