The Sting

We’re thrivers
No direction
Survivors
No reflection

We’re just dumb animals
Let’s not get cynical
We were forced into this
No getting biblical

It’s something we should love
Perfect and natural
Nothing to be wary of
It’s divine and carnal

It’s a primitive thing
Oh look out now
Here comes the sting

We’re thrivers
No direction
Survivors
No reflection

It’s the warm hum
The constant buzz within
Well stop the condemnation
It’s original sin without the sin

It’s a primitive thing
Oh lookout now
Here comes the sting

Yeah a habitual thing
Oh hallelujah
Here comes the sting