On a plain,
In a storm;
There they prayed
and there we got born.

Rarely made,
in rare form.
Fairly played
and fairly forelorn.

God bless the cyborgs at your door,
wretching ritch regrets on the bathroom floor
it feels like its been here 70 times before.

We wish They would loose their appeteites,
for alcohol and acolytes
Still the starving set their sights on more.

We had the jury hung,
we had the Judge strung up,
and at the gallows steps
the twelve civilians selpt.

The drunken doctor almost cried
when he saw the cell divide.
"In 30 days and 3 weeks time
this new body will fit fine!"

"Sit down, stand up."
This order is a set up
"Sit down, stand up."
This set up is a setup
I'd trade my mind for the written line!
I'd trade my eyes for sattellites!
I'd trade my hand for iron clamps!
I'd trade my lungs for vacume pumps!

That's what we wanted!

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    General CommentI think it's alcohol and alkalines

    like coke or something
    arenon August 16, 2002   Link
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    General Commentthis song is about becoming a cyborg. cool.
    bamargeroon May 14, 2004   Link
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    General CommentMy take: More of a hypothetical scenario about how cloning and playing God and all that jazz should be banned. The 12 civilians are the jury who represent humans, in general. They are saying that they didn't stop it when they could (Asleep is a metaphor for this). Cells dividing, new bodies, trading minds, etc.
    SickandTiredon September 21, 2004   Link

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