The Strings Of Your Genes (3/24)

I try to be calm
In the face of your rage
Your grandmother's face
Your grandfather's rage
Pulls you out of your seat
A dancing marionette
Tied to the strings of your genes.

The stone and the sod
Whiskey and God
Run from the law
Sleep in the straw
It pulls you up to your feet
A dancing marionette
Tied to the strings of your genes.

I curse you to never know satisfaction
To see injustice in all of its forms
I bless you with strength
Quickness of mind, a consuming desire to learn.
I curse you to be unable to follow
To be unable to suffer a fool.
I grant all of this to you
Because I, I carry them too.
I carry them too.

We're dancing marionettes
Tied to the strings of our genes.
Just dancing marionettes
Tied to the strings of our genes.