| Crush all meaning*
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| Disrupt all signals
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| Arrange the body’s signs
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| And organs
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| Take these insides out and replace them with noise
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| Noise—when there is no
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| God; |
| a noise so
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| Loud it would shake the sky
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| And begin to
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| Take these insides out and fill the world with noise
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| The heavens shine upon us
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| And fill the world with meaning
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| Some time ago when I was sick
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| I would vomit so much that I would want to sew my mouth completely shut
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| A body sealed up
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| Unable to breath
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| Unwilling to eat or to be a body that is disciplined
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| The world is without meaning
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| No heaven shines above us
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| Bodies without organs
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| Nothing more useless than an organ
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| We are bodies without organs
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| There is nothing more useless than an organ
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| Bodies without organs
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| Nothing more useless than an organ
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| We are bodies without organs
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| There is nothing more useless than an organ
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| The burden of god
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| The questions left unanswered
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| And some unspoken
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| Will he answer for the ways we die?
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| And when we die
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| Will we finally know
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| Why life seemed like such
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| A long and painful process of dying?
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| The heavens shine upon us
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| And fill the world with nothing
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| Reflecting every weakness
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| We’ll stare back at ourselves
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| Bodies without organs
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| Nothing more useless than an organ
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| We are bodies without organs
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| There is nothing more useless than an organ |