In Soma

Souls are all sealed in the back

and it's over-run by millions

and it feels so wrong

meaningless

they sold you clones

we're all that's left

skin's torn away and

it's breathing on its own

it's breeding in me

there's no soma here anymore

and the system's insensitive

and the system's all part of real life

cold and affraid

cut up and renamed

I sold the sermon

the wings for their birds

I said all I could believe

sick and shattering through the words

if it comforts them then

it's all I know and

it's all that I am

it's breeding in me

there's no soma here anymore

I watch the scabs forming over you

and I can't help but feel at home

in the comfort of my cuts and welts

I heard the ground cracked open

the sky just fell

and the workers are listening for the graveyard bell

if I scream like a maniac would somebody hear me

if I took it all back would somebody hear me

if I took it too far would somebody hear me

if I set it on fire would somebody hear me

am I wasting my time I'm dressed and in line

I'll bet it all now still in line

I'll forget nothing at all