Six Hundred Cubic Centimeters
The sound of a primate
The offensive of attempting
To create illusions
With goals of
Appearing larger to an enemy
But can you dance like indrid cold
My arm hair stands on end
I've got some questions
And I want them answered
Am I nothing more
Than an upright ape
Built in defences
Heartbeat increases
An ape with shame
And an ego to match
Autor(es): On Broken Wings
