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