[lyrics: Emcee Hype] Take a long enough timeline and everything you take or took apart Make a fine line, you can pick or pull it apart Just pick a digit out of fickle-ridden idiots A tricky tele-video, a picture of the start like Bound and he pound-for-pound a posh sentiment Venom that he only kept around for his enemies Wait a minute, time on a line gets boring Look right, look left, wait, which way's forward? Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no Sing a song for the settlement of civilized civilians Take another ticket to k** them Riddled with a naggin em negative hard question Vagabond humanity vanity's wrong lesson Drink for the brink of humanity's children Down the wrong tube til you choke and k** them Poke pop pills with a pocket full of bills On a long enough timeline and life goes nil like Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no [hook: Emcee Hype, Party.pica**o & Gumshu] Now i got a monkey on my back And a chip on my shoulder A mind full of facts And a lie to uphold them We all evolved to the modern age Just to finally figure out We've been crawling the wrong way Are we evolving outward, upward? Because I'm starting to eliminate the answer in the cupboard theory Dancer in the mud, the dreary canceristic sludge The fear the answer is what isn't now, the answer is what was Day-trippin the minute we lost physical Limit the perimeter, damage has gone critical Lost in the trees in the middle of the forest Who lost the truth when they stopped moving towards it Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no [hook] Maybe- We started at the truth and evolved away Maybe the product is the proof like we used to say Now i don't wanna run this whole place into the ground But captain, turn this spaceship around! And what a real kind gesture I messed with the gauge and i got a conjecture A lecture, let me just flip the factor and ask: What happens if we're moving backwards? Are we evolving then? if it can't be solved with a sword or pen? Poor them. who? (who?) all of us, stranded Whole damn family, all of us damned It's all just dandy, down with the ship and the captain Worse case just can't be happening Just keep clapping, don't hold the applause He evolved to a man, then he's thrown to the dogs Take a long enough timeline and everything you take or took is now mine I'ma take your place in the chow line Power-lines blinking and linking the whole city up American gods who got chariots, giddy-up! Little itty-bitty worker ants all building Towers to the same yellow sun that'll k** them Fill them with purpose, a circus for the worthless Dust-to-dust left with a tongue full of curses Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no Sing a song for the planned anarchy Village of the damned with a scanner darkly I can't hardly figure it out, the damn message Wrote it, read it, shredded it, better to keep guessing It's back to the pond and primordial soup Since the damn son of man started playing with nukes So I'ma take a breath and be done with my last words: Dear god, we all evolved backwards [hook]