/ Do the Evolution /

it all starts with the hand
this hand
my hand

this hand, it has a thumb.
with this thumb, i forge a tool.
with this tool, i build a shelter.
a shelter on this land; this land i call my own.

and then along comes another; another with a thumb.
he has a tool; slightly different.
setting up shop near me, bile rises in the back of my throat.

my land.

jelousy swells up in my chest, as i watch this newcomer try to rape and ravage my land, with his ugly stupid home.
so i get my tool and i go to say hello
to the back of his head.

one, two, three times.
four, five, six times.
seven, eight, nine times.
he had stopped breathing a while back.

the remains of his head, now a stain upon my beautiful dirt.
you see what evil makes me do?
you see what happens when some one tries to get away with such an insult?

i see. i've seen first hand.
now his home is mine.
his tool is mine.
all of his things are mine now
what is this?
what is it called?
do they have a name for it?

advancement.
progress.
evolution.

and here comes another one, ready to intrude on my land.

my thumbs are already crafting a new tool, special for this visitor

and the one after that
and the one after that
and the one after that
and the one after that

and so on
and so forth

until i am king of this here land, and it will be known throughout the face of this planet.

After that, we start expanding.

Based (very obviously) off of the awesome song "Do the Evolution" by Pearl Jam