Lyrics Six Hundred Cubic Centimeters - On Broken Wings

Six Hundred Cubic Centimeters

The sound of a
Primate.
the offensive
Of attempting
To create illusions
With goals of
Appearing larger to
An enemy.
but can
You dance like indrid cold?
My arm hair stands
On end.
i’ve got
Some questions
And i want them answered
Am i nothing more than an upright ape?
Built in defenses
Heartbeat increases
An ape with shame
And an ego to match