Evil-ution

What does time- mean to all of us

Is it insignificant- to the way we live out lives

Getting older- every day- Waiting to die

Are we governed by time?

Millions of years have passed- evolution

To reach this state of mind,

In our subconscious we seek to know who we are

And where we all come from

I'm not one of gods creations

The architect of space and time, is not one grand creator

But a victim of coincidence, that brings us into being

Looking back, at the questions we've asked

About our place in space and time

It seems you lied, you've hidden the truth

Cause you have feared revolt

Time's not one of gods creations

Born without perception, You aren't free to think like me

Until you wake your mind and free yourself

Then you will see

Evil-ution

Evil-ution

Evil-ution

Evil-ution

I don't claim to know, the origins of man

But I'm pretty sure that, We're not born of one man

Time swallows my day, with thoughts of what we may

Hope to become, but never will

Because of the useless-ness of my life