The Rakes Follow

We are the animals, who have lost our hair. Retained
some of our teeth, and gained a choice... We'll chase food, money and sex, until satisfied.
And when its time to rest, ask 'whats
next?'... We are all animals x4 Well its hard enough to retain control, when our
instincts are egging us on, with biologists and chemists
reducing our souls, to four letters... And when we
think about it, we're like a masterpiece, whose
glimpsed, the artist? We are, the machines, carrying our various genes. Then discarded, when
the job is done. We are the diciples, who have lost
our way. Kicked from our pedestal when Darwin burnt the
book We are all animals x4 Well its hard
enough to retain control, when our instincts are egging us
on, biologists and chemists reducing our souls, to
four letters... Will genes replace Genesis? We're like a masterpiece, whose glimpsed the
artist? We like to think we're at a special
place; the stars revolve around the human race, but
we're just mammals, just, primates... Like chimps or
g'rillas We see the hair on our face, And look
at another primate, You and I, we relate... Enviado por Luiz H. N. SouzaEmail: