Our species is a young one and the future’s worth investing
But the darkest of our nature seems to constantly be cresting
We don’t know how to change ourselves when habits run this deep
Denial, willful ignorance, the things that let us sleep

Some of us will go insane while others find complicity
Shifting blame is easy when it runs like electricity
Some will stick their necks out to endorse responsibility
Others stick their heads into the ground, and far more easily

We’re going down with history, it seems we get to see
How the permanence of mystery means doubt will kill the seeds
That try to break from the traditions that enforce our tendencies
Toward exploitation, separation, menaces of sickly ease

Our nature always mutates and for all the shining souls
There are mutants just as valid with their hearts of gaping holes
Love is all you need, it’s said, but love seems not enough
What if love can’t heal the parts that want to keep it rough?