Darwin read what he wrote and it all became so clear
This is evolution, theory, principle, fact
He can't turn the tables on the real

Add it up and it still equals four

Drawn and quartered in the prime of his life
Documentation is useless
A year later gone and forgotten

Nothing makes sense after a year
With no remorse, we walked away
The vultures made due with what was left

This is an endless cycle of destruction and reformation
There is no beginning nor end