Darwin's Song

Pry open eyes on a Sunday morning,

Now I can see you're overdressed.

Take a step inside and say you're sorry

To your imaginary friend

I wear seven sins upon my chest

I'm not a victim to the text

Written in lies

You'd stake your life

On hollow faith that knows you best

To place the world in His hands

You'd abandon truth for comfort

This life is in your hands

You're living for the end

These fables can't explain

The beating in my chest

This life is in your hands

You're living for the end

These myths they can't explain

The air I'm breathing in

*I'll die for my own sins*

Wrapped up in lies to satisfy

Your need to know why we exist

You lead a life where morals lie inside

A threat haunting your head

I wear seven sins upon my chest

I'm not a victim to the text

No false sense of existence

Abandon truth for comfort