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.