I Am The Primotologist, Mr. Robert Sapolsky

I whispered Satans final breath,
I am born of dark, Sapolsky.

I felt the cigarettes in my eyes.
Born to taste evolutions blind.
Mr. Sapolsky, who am I?
Mr. Sapolsky, why the lies?

Blood in your hair, canvas grey stare.
Blood in your hair, aim for my heart.
Set the sun on fire.

Which stretch of your imagination cost five pounds?
Push it my way, taste my mind.

Blast... right through your eyes.
Blast... your glass eyes.
We are... the primate stars.
We are... the primates.

Yeah I almost touched your hands, they're bleeding.
You can find me in the stars, Sapolsky.

I can't feel my...
I can't taste my...
I can't feel my...
I can't taste.

I can't believe your innocence is blind.
You can see it in your fingers, stick daggers into my eyes.
It slipped right through a decade, I still remember June,
Mr. Rob Sapolsky, we did it because of you.

I can't feel my...
I can't taste my...
I can't feel my...
I can't taste.

Mr. Rob Sapolsky, won't you answer this one question for me?

You can feel it, it's in your voice.
Crimson red on pale.
I've seen it in the way you move, the primatologist

I can see myself slipping into abstain!

I, I can see from the blood in your eyes.
I, slipping into abstain.