Mistaken Evolutionary Stop

Tomorrow slips through your fingers while you busy yourself with other's affairs
I know it's hard, Struggling through easy trials, You deal with the laughable stares
Yesterday is just a mirage, Tricking you into pursuing the wrong flight of stairs
I know it's hard, Listening to the endless voices while you buy into useless repairs

They tell you you're broken while they oil their rigged parts behind closed doors
They wind up their broken records, Scratching eagle's talons along dirty floors
Burning forest fires release such a sweet, memory-filled habitat of yours
They sell their theory to your little cousin, While they traveled here on all fours

They disguise their amusement behind books of red-colored letters
They've built monuments of dollar-bills with a plaque dedicated to our debtors
Standing up to a tank like an ant to tongues, We've mastered desperate measures
Disguised eggs find themselves hidden in weeds, Our finest treasures

Bodies shipped in iron return in wooden boxes wrapped in a single symbol
Created in life's finest discovery, Ended at the end of an expensive pistol
Men in grand offices fight the tape, They've given a task so simple
They fill the pool of blood with ease, Then forbid you from making a ripple