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