Every evolution is a revolution of the brain

Voices morph together, collective volume of the strain

Offer up our hands, constructed through the construct of time

Like fractured pieces of prehistoric poem and rhyme

Under rule of dictators; logic and emotion

Tripping on trigger buttons to set the change in motion

Insisting that the power be held above our heads

Only our own knives to stain our home streets red

Nothing can compare to our failing resolve

So our species has one choice; die or evolve