Glitch in Evolution

I think our minds were a glitch in evolution's code. A mirror turned

on nature till the whole thing overloads. We got too fucking conscious.

Stepped outside the wild. An accident of neurons dressed up

as God's child. We're ghosts and rotting meat, convinced we have a soul.

Just chemicals performing like they're somehow in control. Each of us so certain we're

a shining chosen me. When everybody's nobody drifting in the same black sea.

So let's deny the script we never asked to be written. Shut down the

baby factory. Call off the next raw deal. Hand in hand in quiet.