Descent Of Man by Matt

Descent of Man

So here we are, the modern man.
We build, we kill, we plot and plan.
Achievements made, buildings rose,
A great big brain lead by the nose.

Signals abound in the atmosphere.
What they contain isn’t clear.
Messages lost as the wind blows.
We’re often guided by the nose.

Bodies close. Perfume enchants,
It's clear here who leads this dance.
Flushed skin from head to toes.
You scent enthralls me by the nose.