BoxnI watched you try to tear acrossnYou quickly end up back where you startednCaught up and lonely but mostly lostnShoveling up the debrisnOf ancient animal economiesnThe report of the soilnPrimate tissuenPrimate oilnPrimate faces look a god awful lot like menBoxnSynapsis snapping thoughtsnYou report to one voicenI report to every noisenTo myself and people puttering all around mennWe are mostly made of waternWe are mostly made of waternAnd I am the last in a line of monkey fathersnAnd let me sit still in my mind and not be botherednBy the shaking in the fault linenHurricaned and left to drynThe earth has had its share of usnIt’s vomiting us upnUs primates got stuck with extra questioning functionsnI ask when will it be gonenThis ball of rock I ended up onnSpread of concrete sheetsnAcross breathing dirt and treesnYou blow away the last of the leavesnAnd cover the country side with new black streetsnnWe are mostly made of waternWe are mostly made of waternAnd I am the last in a line of monkey fathersnAnd let me sit still in my mind and not be botherednBy a rise of a foreign stingnOh these hornets must be hungrynThey are poisoning me with their poisonous teethnBut you know me I simply fall back asleepnnWe are mostly made of waternWe are mostly made of waternAnd I am the last in a line of monkey fathersnLet me sit still in my mind and not be bothered