Endangered Species

I try to simplify These thoughts that plague our minds What is this mood we're in? We live like saints with sin How much to dignify The facts that come to light We've lost the will to fight At the top of the food chain we arrive (We arrive...) Are we destined to grow old? Are we really the right strain to survive? (To survive...) We've got to redeem our souls, souls Unable to comply So eager to defy The risk when you apply It hurts when loved ones die Where is the moment when Existence will depend The test of now and then At the top of the food chain we arrive (We arrive...) Are we destined to grow old?