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 afraid, 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