Primal Force Humanity Songtext
von Circus of Fools

This natural life has been modified
Its shapes distorted in ways unthinkable before
And yet so elegant, a brightly polished jewel on display

Jewel on display
Jewel on display

Oh and how they suffered
To get us here at last
The glory of now is the fruit of a past
Most turbulent and harsh

The ever-changing face of our planet shaped and shifted
By chaotic chance and restless forces
This is no tumor nor a pest
Fruits only grow on corpses


Oh and how they suffered
To get us here at last
The glory of now is the fruit of a past
Most turbulent and harsh

Oh and how they suffered
To get us here at last
The glory of now is the fruit of the past

Oh, how their ambitions
Does not know boundaries
Since greatness so often comes
With lasting decline
Of a restless mind

Hesitance will outstrip you
There is a whole world to craft
Make a name for yourself, something that lasts

7 Billion creators are the reason for decay
We are primal force humanity