Saturday, October 3, 2009

Primitive

We're still here
And it's no better
As we build bigger
We're moving faster
But we're still the same
Primitive man

Everywhere I look I see fallen men
With wings ripped off by a world of sin
The world we've made to shine so brightly
Buildings touch the sky, exalting men
Who've never looked so good

Primitive men
Clawing for a better meal
Uncivilized
Shuffling, snarling
Creatures of the mud
No matter how we try
We'll never be more than
Primitive man

Grandiose efforts to lift ourselves on high
We climb over weaker brothers, who cares
What worth is man in this cruel state
You say you want to get what you want
Use a modern day club

I don't know why

We're still here
And it's no better
As we build bigger
We're moving faster
But we're still the same
Primitive man

Primitive men
Clawing for a better meal
Uncivilized
Shuffling, snarling
Creatures of the mud
No matter how we try
We'll never be more than
Primitive man

Primitive men
With no God to save
We'll scream with rage
Without a Lord on high
We're uncivilized
Creatures of the mud
No matter how hard we try
With no God to save us
We'll never be more than
Primitive man

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Thanks for the excellent exposition of man's utter depravity, even in our supposedly advanced times. I appreciate the ending note that "with no God to save us, we'll never be more than primitive man."