Anthropology

Blood is the colour of my blood
Just like surely anger should be
But I can't link the two
As the sailboat splits, light seems to lose all its relevance
No greater goods or intelligence
Brain sink down along with the sun
Is it round, cause my main reaction's to run
Alch is for stories high in my spine
Quicken in the base cause you know such a fine line
In time some sign will find you
Strange how your caution us won't blind you
Currents of concrete mighty flow
This concrete torrent makes you go
To a spot where it's hot
But you're not going to stop cause the world's your foe
PD knows of a shelter rest
K-Town has to taste second best
It's fair to say that greys are best for most

And it's strange how they live in mountain homes
Yet the instincts of the cave still reside within their bones
And they may communicate without raising up their fists
And they only will debate when they act a bit enthused
And you know when they're around
There's a change in atmosphere
Such a strange instinctive sound
Cause the instincts are so clear
If you're following their tracks
Then be sure to stay alert
Cause they sometimes will attack
And they have been known to hurt

They call their species human
They call their species human
They call their species human
They call their species human
They call their species human
They call their species human

As the flames grow shift from top to tough
Some mishmash, A-wain trash
Green over tracks and the poles to the body cavity match below
Why don't these wankers go to a place where impulse drives
Not bound by rule where the farm is hive
Dripping over their chillum so they can impress the queen
Society's so obscene
Now luck is what those Russian guns that blast their flak
I'm a pacifist but I hope their heads explode
Then there's this place called 1-5-3-5 alive
Where the type and its home where I reside
Divided up and branded by a road

And it's true that I'm not entirely down
Yet it's not the greatest view
It's a hazy middle ground
And there's creatures down below
And there's creatures up above
But no matter where I go
There's no well known match and shove
Cause they act in different ways
Some are so predictable
Fixed on what their leader says
In protected rituals
Maybe one day they'll evolve
Then they'll open up their eyes
And I might just get involved
And forget the question why

They call their species human
They call their species human
They call their species human
They call their species human
They call their species human
They call their species human

And they spread like fire when they cast these eyes
Just a planting flag as I feel a bag
With their boots up where they stand
Rip the land from what they had planned
Two heads make more heads grow more
Then spin more thread tracks from known supply
Go where promise falls
We're done with the raw animals