Lyrics

Steering without controlling, can I play the human role?... Nearing my primal virtue, making me whole?My garden is planted where the soul will grow, saw the good in reason yet forgot to let the energy go?Chameleon, chameleon... Primitive tendencies in our midst... Can we evolve from this?.. Got nothing to say, I hardly speak all day?got a real plane face, blends into the crowd? I don?t stand out, I just lurk about?borrowing style from everyone...