| Who says that I’m nothing but my brain? |
| Tell the billion after me
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| There’s still war and the torture’s all in vain so forgive my apathy
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| There’s nothing in my coffin
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| You know there’s nothing in my coffin
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| We kill more than we’ll ever eat
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| One day these presents will be king
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| You know there’s nothing in my coffin
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| You know there’s nothing in my coffin
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| I went down to kiss your mouth but I slipped and I hit your fist
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| The same things I could live without the same things I wish didn’t exist
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| I’m a wasteful coward, machine, I wasn’t meant for this, it wasn’t meant for me
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| But it is what it is, and it’s hard to accept, what was never meant to be
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| There’s a monk in a musty cave with his eyes fixated on something rare
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| There’s a woman who was raped by a gang of kids who tore her blouse and ripped
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| out her hair
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| There’s a face on the wall and if I face it at all there’s no telling how long
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| it’ll take
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| How long will it take for me to fall? |
| For me to be aware and for you to be awake
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| There’s a consequence to all of this, it’ll happen to all of us soon
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| When the time is right, and the stars are aligned, and the perfect time is out
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| to bloom
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| Filthy, part in me, the same guilty born in you
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| Fill the gaps of the moment with the past and paint the future in the corner of
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| the room
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| Who says that I’m nothing but my brain? |
| Tell the billion after me
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| There’s still more but the torture’s all in vain so forgive my apathy
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| There’s nothing in my coffin
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| You know there’s nothing in my coffin
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| You know there’s nothing in my coffin |