[Lyric] Handaxe (Booklegger)

We cut our teeth
On simple needs
On herd and grain
And picking stones to fit our hands
And thus was born:
Hominin thought, hominin deed

Then, our simple thoughts
Shaped our tools
Knapping stones to fit our hands
And thus was born:
Hominin thought, hominin deed, hominin dreams

And fire was tamed
And wolf was tamed
Handaxe let us dream
What clever apes we made

Then, our simple tools
Shaped our thoughts
Lithic flakes of ape removed
And thus was born: a killer
With hominin thought, hominin deed, hominin dreams
And land was claimed
And gods were named
Handaxe let us dream
What clever killers we made

Hand
Axe
Kill
Lithic flakеs of ape removed