"There All Lies!" "Those fossilized are a test from on high!" No thinking, no speaking. Just cover your ears and your eyes. From darkness and dirt all manner of beast emerged. While the loneliness of god still yearns. In his image puppets created, and we dangle so precariously All the while digging for conclusions and to usurp his divine interventions where Queen Lucy is seated atop her 3 million year throne. A step toward the truth, we're not conjured from bone. And always out of reach the final nail to end a millenia of a shackled mind. All hail natural selection, all hail adaptation, All Hail Our Extinction!!!
Lyrics submitted by SaviorSalvation213