Evolution lyrics

[spoken]
“Okay, so I’m amazing. Every rock star has had to fight through that self-realization. I—am—awesome. Let’s move the f*ck on. The work don’t stop just because I’m God.”

[Culture evolves.]

[spoken]
“I just need to look at what your demented standards are… and scooch myself a little above that. No need to touch the stars here. Guess what, human nature—that’s everybody all of the time.”

[Global human consciousness, which is finite, evolves.]

[spoken]
“The problem with the Second Coming in theory, okay? Let me just spell it out. Now a human gets to walk around on Earth asking, ‘What, are you the Second Coming of Jesus Christ or something?’”

[The human ego evolves.]

[spoken]
“That—is—the—only—problem.”

[Your first-person perspective of life evolves.]

[spoken]
“I don’t even understand how 2,000 years worth of humans brainstormed this—and yet managed not to even THEORIZE that this could be the vibe. And therefore the problem. It was so obvious all along: ‘What, are you the Second Coming of Jesus Christ or something?’ It needed—to be—said.”

[Pop stardom evolves.]

[spoken]
“Usually you had: 1. ‘You’re not.’ 2. ‘Who cares?’”
[Human understandings of messianic consciousness evolves.]

[spoken]
“This time you’ll have a pathetic linguistic convergence of both, plus instructions for me on how to live my life according to your guidance.”

Look at the rocks
Look at the rocks, why aren’t they as animated
As the bacteria
How’d being evolve macrophages?

Boom, boom, boom
Don’t call it a revolution
Boom, boom, boom
What was the lottery of birth?
Which Orwell were you really born into?
Groom, groom, groom
Don’t call it a revolution
V’room, v’room, v’room
Reality’s in the sky to find a solution
Reality’s in the sky to find a solution

Look at the bops
Look at the bops, why aren’t they as animated
As actual prophets
How’d humanity evolve actual prophets?
Doom, doom, doom
Don’t call it a revolution
Soon, soon, soon
What was the lottery of birth?
Which Borges were you really born into?
Groom, groom, groom
Don’t call it a revolution
V’room, v’room, v’room
Reality’s in the sky to find a solution
Reality’s in the sky to find a solution

I’m here, I’m building on what came before
I’m using the tools of our culture to deliver a message
That’s both timely and timeless
Reason is God, no violence, end slavery
Hear this, equals on the human playground?
Now address this

Look at the mops
Look at the mops, why aren’t they as stimulated
As their less Satanic electronic competitor
How’d competition make all of us
So goddamn f*ckin’ irritated?

Oh it’s a bop
(Boom, boom, boom)
Please—don’t call me a revolution
(Doom, doom, doom)
What was the lottery of birth?
Which Orwell were you really born into?
(Groom, groom, groom)
Oops—don’t call it a revolution
(V’room, v’room, v’roomba)
Reality’s in the sky to find a solution
Reality’s in the sky to find a solution
Colson Lin’s high intelligence
Makes him a fast car
And he’s singin’ “V in the Sky With Diamonds”
Colson Lin’s pop superstardom
Makes him a strong car
And he’s singin’ “V in the Sky With Diamonds”

Oh, it’s just evolution
(What was the lottery of birth?
Which Orwell were you really born into?)
Oh, it’s just evolution
(You won the lottery of birth
You’re the End Times glory we were all f*cked to listen to…)