Lyrics Survival of the Fittest - Pyogenesis

Survival of the Fittest

It’s not the strongest of the species
It’s not the most intelligent
It is the one that’s most adaptive
The one that is willing to change
So don’t think
Survival of the fittest, it is God-given affection
No, no, it is natural selection
Survival of the fittest is no God-given affection
No, no, it is natural
In the long history of humankind
Those who have learned to improvise
Have prevailed
In the long history of humankind
Those who have learned to improvise
Have prevailed
How can one think we are God-given?
How can one say that God creates?
This world is so religious driven
But science and progress have their weights
Who am I to judge?
So don’t think
Survival of the fittest, it is God-given affection
No, no, it is natural selection
Survival of the fittest is no God-given affection
No, no, it is natural
In the long history of humankind
Those who have learned to improvise
Have prevailed
In the long history of humankind
Those who have learned to improvise
Have prevailed
So don’t think
Survival of the fittest, it is God-given affection
No, no, it is natural selection
Survival of the fittest is no God-given affection
No, no, it is natural