That Savage Beast, Mankind
History
Mystery
Fee fi fo fum
The illusions
The delusions
The jifity jam, man
This life
This kite
It’s in the wind
The mind
The man
The person within
The games we play
Just to pretend
The end
The end
The end within
The sin
The sin
From the man within
The visions
The missions
We dream so sweetly
The life doesn’t lay so neatly
It’s hard to predict
The plans, man
They hardly ever go as planned, man
It's a maze
It’s a zoo
It’s me
It’s you
This wind
It’s within
Mixed in
With the sin
And the shadow
That man within
You do not know
What you don’t know
So many ways
This wave could go
The soul is in the soil
And as the blood boils
And the snake is uncoiled
The fool is fooled
And the man is a tool
The big hand ticks
The present moment
Becomes history
Mystery
The propaganda
The lies
The eyes
Who knows the truth
Surely not you
Surely not I
We are just alive
Thrown into time
Turned it into a line
In our minds
To make sense
Of the kings and queens of crime
That savage beast,
mankind.
-C.H.