Homo erectus
As temples crumble
A thousand voices
Vigorously reemerge
From deathrow swamplands
They shuffle, shamble, stumble
Homo erectus
Is on the verge
Of striking distance
Yet all our fighters
And their instructors
Are gone for choir practice
The malls are empty
Thanks to our friend Apache
And overrated systems
Of organized belief
There‘s thunder without lightning
They know where you are hiding
Scaffold knot is tightening
Homo erectus is gonna make it brief
