We are primitive creatures, just with more definitive features.
We let our initiative teach us, but soon miss the initial procedures.
Believers in change, but resist the preachers that came,
dreaming for escape from our cage, but routines stay the same..
Eventually, it came and is rained on with thunderous applause,
but, behind the storm is stubbornness and governance is the cause.
Of course, we embrace this new light, fight back the hope for the return of what's lapsed..
cus we have no chance of escaping back, to a snack, we can enjoy without wraps.
The more we relax, the less that we say, the more we adapt, the less we complain,
the more we detach from our past, the more we accept this vast hurricane..
Winds of change have swept in, this monkey business stole the resistance within,
thus, without fuss we accept shame and shall forever live with this sin