This all has to end,
and I oughtta know
But who could predict
the force of the throw?
It helps to pretend
to not care at all
the truth is that
I could not want it more

Soon they will come
and pass us by
A shift in tone,
and rise in tide
To learn to swim,
or learn to die
Are choices
I have been left with

The bigger the break
the harder the fall
The hits in this case
are too close to call
The stress and the strain
are starting to show
This all has to end,
and I oughtta know

Soon they will come
and pass us by
A shift in tone,
and rise in tide
To learn to swim,
or learn to die,
To cast a stone,
or cast aside
Soon they will come
and pass us by
A shift in tone,
and rise in tide
To learn to swim,
or learn to die
Are choices
I have been left with

It's natural selection
it's natural selection
it's natural selection
so I suggest that
we just stop