We call ourselves sapiens Wise - how immodest Sitting pretty at the pinnacle of all creation Bereft of family but for distant cousins See the blood soaked hands of this young orphan here The great ape who simply wanted to be great Managed to escape from the manacles and chains of evolution But this new king of the jungle Was for longer a peasant humble In a time before those chains were even loosened From foraging to farming to factories to fusion From hunting, gathering to scientific revolution It was learning to tame a flame Cooking and growing grain Which led to a bigger brain and then domain Plus the way it communicated allowed it to create such myths as church and stale and mass co-operate And unify, for all gods, all countries, even human rights All laws, all monies are all lies between you and I Infantile, we are only in our infancy Volatile, refuse to learn from history Infantile, if we could let our ego's go Like the Nile, yeah, we could flow, we could flow When forager became farmer fear of the future followed For the fiercely fickle fortune favoured few For she might feed you with a feast or inflict you with a famine Hence sapiens create god's in lieu Now why would gods feel emotion, require total devotion And even send war and plague when livid And why should mighty gods care for people's petty affairs For man made them in his own image And for gods they built temples where to pray As Hamlet turned to village, turned to town, turned to city In the heart of which lay the market pumping to the veins of trade Property engraved on tablets made of clay and money and debt and taxes to be paid Empires, monarchies, religions, crusades King and queen on conquests for continents to invade And companies and slaves and commodities and colonies, bureaucracy and factories More, more, more the capitalist way Buy into this latest craze, it's all the rage now, don't delay (reap or flow) Colourful displays of facades and masquerades All that's fatal is all we crave, from the cradle to the grave Led astray by greed but saving can't save as from decay (reap or flow) The past cannot be changed but the future's a blank page We're the cowards, we're the brave We're the moral and the depraved We're the slavers and the enslaved We can enrage, we can amaze! Infantile we are only in our infancy Volatile, refuse to live on history Infantile, if we could let our ego's go Like the Nile, yeah, we could flow, we could flow Infantile with such a lack of common sense Volatile, we need some wise intelligence Infantile, if we could let our ego's go Like the Nile, yeah we could flow, like days of old