| It’s like I never had time to look away.
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| Bodies stuck between death and decay,
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| Are plastic and set up on display.
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| And their eyes are wide and they are looking my way.
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| Each ligament exposed, each muscle connected.
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| And every organ that I proudly neglected.
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| I’ve been arranged for the common collective.
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| Stomaching the sight of human flesh resurrected.
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| It seems we’re fearfully made and designed.
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| But it’s a shame we can be so blind.
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| We’re all the same,
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| Made of hair and bones and water and blood cells.
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| We’re all to blame,
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| For spending way too much time on ourselves.
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| I have been blessed and now I’m blind.
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| A veil’s been pulled over my eyes.
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| Now every bad season that kept me believing seems so contrived.
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| There’s more glory to be seen
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| And savored through suffering
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| Than ever was through self-serving escape.
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| It seems we’re fearfully made and designed.
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| But it’s a shame we can be so blind.
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| We’re all the same,
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| Made of hair and bones and water and blood cells.
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| We’re all to blame,
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| For spending way too much time on ourselves.
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| Ashes to ashes
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| And dust to dust!
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| 'Cause we’re all the same,
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| Made of hair and bones and water and blood cells.
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| We’re all to blame,
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| For spending way too much time on ourselves. |