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Brains
Atheist Talking to yourself You say things No one ever hears Knowing yourself better Than anyone ever could Bet you never thought you would Honesty prevails in thought You just can't lie to yourself A patch of lucrid decisions A thought of fame and wealth A caravan or process if you will A prostitute of ideas First and foremost feed your head! A stream of conscious waves Retrieve all that flows with memory A maze of tracing knowledge Approaching every vision with indecision Obtain all you know with sensories Recruiting all the intellect if finds Insecurity is merely your fear Conditioning is a routine of minds Can't let 'em see, Don't let 'em hear Of maybe the outside hearing what you hear Projecting like an airplane in flight I dream of things That just aren't quite right So my position of perception can rise A projecter shines on the back of my eyes Of maybe the outside Insecurity is merely your fear Hearing what you hear Can't let 'em hearDon't let 'em see, |
