We are just animals after all, thinking we are free,
drawing lines and boxes to be taken seriously,
thinking we are civil when some rule and some obey,
we create a social order that is not to be betrayed,
but we are just animals after all, of all shapes and sizes,
pretending some are ideal and should be desired,
pretending the lines we’ve drawn are a natural progression
of a cause and effect world where the strong are never threatened,
but we are just animals drawing mazes upon our consciousness,
and there’s no way out when there was no way in
to a concept’s righteous abyss.
I’m gonna walk the lines,
gonna be on time,
I’m gonna make sure every little thing falls in line –
’cause could it be,
that there’s something more
than these man made rules that I abhor?
Like a reflection of the divine
where we think that this is yours and that is mine,
and really it’s all hers and
we’re gonna get what
we deserve.