The Third Gunman - Evolution Lyrics

I'm getting tired of depression
I'm waking up every day to birds of prey
They're circling round my position
Wanna give up my spot on the food chain

I've got a mind for predation
But the heart of a herbivore
And I find it distracting
With my lust for something torn from the bone

I'm of a unique disposition
Ill take my pride and swallow all of it
Maybe my head and chest isn't all of me
Maybe I'm nothing without animation

I'm starve my mind for attention
I'll wear my heart on my sleeve
I'll move off my own volition
Won't let my nature usurp me
No, won't let my nature usurp me again

I'll file my teeth
I'll shed my skin
Won't let my nature usurp me again
I'll file my teeth
I'll shed my skin
Give up my spot on the food chain
I'll file my teeth
I'll shed my skin
Won't let my nature usurp me again
I'm wearing thin
But I'll never give in
Give up my spot on the food chain