Adam Lives in Theory

Adam lives in theory

Trying to turn stone into bread

Masquerading like he got it figured out 

Cut off from the sunshine, only smart in his own head

Leaving his descendants to hope and doubt

Left to his devices, those worthless sacrifices

Praying to the alter of himself

Making pilgrimages, thinking he's religious

Like he's got all the light, and no one else

He takes the unsuspected

Cuz he knows they're not connected

And he shows them how to be just as he is

Virtually real, and commercially appeal

To the lust of all the people where he lives

...

Eve

Caught up in emotion

Burning up in her devotion

To the king of exploitation in the field

She handed him her virtue

Cuz he told her "I won't hurt you"

So she lay with him to see how good it feels

...

But much to their demise, poor decision closed their eyes

To the very antidote to their dilemma

Burning in their lust,

Both of them, adulterous

Destroying the original agenda

Praying to the sky, in order to maintain a lie

They exhausted every possible conclusion,

They can't even entertain 

the solution in a brain 

filled with vain information and pollution

Lauryn Hill - Adam Lives in Theory

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