Souls are all sealed in the back
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and it's over-run by millions
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and it feels so wrong
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meaningless
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they sold you clones
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we're all that's left
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skin's torn away and
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it's breathing on its own
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it's breeding in me
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there's no soma here anymore
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and the system's insensitive
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and the system's all part of real life
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cold and affraid
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cut up and renamed
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i sold the sermon
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the wings for their birds
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i said all I could believe
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sick and shattering through the words
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if it comforts them then
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it's all I know and
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it's all that I am
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it's breeding in me
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there's no soma here anymore
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i watch the scabs forming over you
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and i can't help but feel at home
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in the comfort of my cuts and welts
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i heard the ground cracked open
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the sky just fell
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and the workers are listening for the graveyard bell
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if i scream like a maniac would somebody hear me
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if i took it all back would somebody hear me
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if i took it too far would somebody hear me
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if i set it on fire would somebody hear me
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am i wasting my time I'm dressed and in line
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i'll bet it all now still in line
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i'll forget nothing at all
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In Soma
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