| So I dug deep down
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| Deep inside myself
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| To the pitted heart
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| Of this scabrous shell
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| Oddly, all I found
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| Was a nest of cells
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| On the hunt for some significance
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| The indifference of the
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| Chromosome prevailed
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| So I dug deep back
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| Through a fractured past
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| Marriage, work and school
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| Every dagger twisting branch
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| Sadly, all my story told
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| Was an aging man
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| Just another human organism
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| Obsessed with -isms
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| To live is to be in schism
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| Still, the search goes on
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| 'Cause it must go on
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| 'Cause I won’t be assuaged
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| By the cooing birds of inconsequence
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| So yes, I’m pissed
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| I feel cursed with life
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| I can’t just exist
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| When I need to know I’m right
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| And I’ll never know I’m right
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| And with this I’ll die
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| Never given any reason for—
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| What reason do you need to be alive?
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| Just merely survive
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| Or don’t, you are or you aren’t
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| What I sing right now
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| Someone’s screamed before
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| Time to take a bow
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| Before the stage is taken over
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| It’s a flash in the pan
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| All a flash in the pan
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| Gotta do what you can
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| On the head of a pin
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| Gonna sing into the void
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| And make some noise, noise
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| Does anybody out there hear this voice?
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| Just a flash in the pan
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| Free to be or not to be you and me
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| Clearly, I am clamoring to be
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| I know there is no point to this
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| I keep on crying out for transcendence |