Just Another Body
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โฑ๏ธ 10:15 duration
๐ ID: 15229261
๐ Lyrics
Existence, the poetry of the flesh
Which we will trust from conception to dust
Just another body, a temple of shit
Filled with the trash that we dump in it
This house possessed with sins of the flesh
Instinctive desire to procreate multiplying our mess
Another series of holes of which we're to fill
Mortal receptacles pumped full of seminal swill
A familiar stranger
To walk this earth is to always be in danger
A complete and utter objectification of a sentient being
An earthly trait of intellectual superiority
Born in a hate manger
Lined with extreme angst
And a broken chemistry
That familiar stranger
Mourning our minds
With an answer to the riddle you'll never find
Fertile are the loins of the earth
The soil womb to which we return
Sharpened societal femurs
Our swords to fall on
What makes you think you're so sublime
Among the others that are standing in line?
Waiting for their time
We are only vessels that leave a stain that lasts forever
The toppled cup of skin that spills a poison with no half measure
We, we are only bodies
Survived by guilt and the neurosis of entitlement
Like insects, so are the days of our lives
With a vastly finite duration
With eons of habitual infestation
But I, I'm just a body
Alive but rotting
A storm of flies that hides behind these eyes
I'm just a body
Eight billion like me
Burning our hive
Scorched alive
And you, you're just a body
Flesh-lined tragedy
Dead but alive
Remembering a time within our lives, in our history
Life in our prime
A fiction of the mind
Lying to ourselves, blind
We are just bodies
Insect parodies
Burning our hive
Remembering the crime that is our lives, that's our history
Life in our prime
Reflection of a time where all is left behind
Which we will trust from conception to dust
Just another body, a temple of shit
Filled with the trash that we dump in it
This house possessed with sins of the flesh
Instinctive desire to procreate multiplying our mess
Another series of holes of which we're to fill
Mortal receptacles pumped full of seminal swill
A familiar stranger
To walk this earth is to always be in danger
A complete and utter objectification of a sentient being
An earthly trait of intellectual superiority
Born in a hate manger
Lined with extreme angst
And a broken chemistry
That familiar stranger
Mourning our minds
With an answer to the riddle you'll never find
Fertile are the loins of the earth
The soil womb to which we return
Sharpened societal femurs
Our swords to fall on
What makes you think you're so sublime
Among the others that are standing in line?
Waiting for their time
We are only vessels that leave a stain that lasts forever
The toppled cup of skin that spills a poison with no half measure
We, we are only bodies
Survived by guilt and the neurosis of entitlement
Like insects, so are the days of our lives
With a vastly finite duration
With eons of habitual infestation
But I, I'm just a body
Alive but rotting
A storm of flies that hides behind these eyes
I'm just a body
Eight billion like me
Burning our hive
Scorched alive
And you, you're just a body
Flesh-lined tragedy
Dead but alive
Remembering a time within our lives, in our history
Life in our prime
A fiction of the mind
Lying to ourselves, blind
We are just bodies
Insect parodies
Burning our hive
Remembering the crime that is our lives, that's our history
Life in our prime
Reflection of a time where all is left behind
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[02:14.88] Existence, the poetry of the flesh
[02:20.20] Which we will trust from conception to dust
[02:24.40] Just another body, a temple of shit
[02:28.56] Filled with the trash that we dump in it
[02:32.04] This house possessed with sins of the flesh
[02:36.29] Instinctive desire to procreate multiplying our mess
[02:41.00] Another series of holes of which we're to fill
[02:44.53] Mortal receptacles pumped full of seminal swill
[02:51.00] A familiar stranger
[02:58.66] To walk this earth is to always be in danger
[03:04.50]
[03:27.39] A complete and utter objectification of a sentient being
[03:35.77] An earthly trait of intellectual superiority
[03:45.29] Born in a hate manger
[03:49.04] Lined with extreme angst
[03:52.30] And a broken chemistry
[03:55.59]
[03:58.61] That familiar stranger
[04:01.59] Mourning our minds
[04:05.21] With an answer to the riddle you'll never find
[04:10.52] Fertile are the loins of the earth
[04:13.60] The soil womb to which we return
[04:16.53] Sharpened societal femurs
[04:19.36] Our swords to fall on
[04:23.00] What makes you think you're so sublime
[04:26.22] Among the others that are standing in line?
[04:31.22] Waiting for their time
[04:34.27]
[05:05.05] We are only vessels that leave a stain that lasts forever
[05:18.22] The toppled cup of skin that spills a poison with no half measure
[05:46.26] We, we are only bodies
[05:51.80] Survived by guilt and the neurosis of entitlement
[06:00.99] Like insects, so are the days of our lives
[06:08.75] With a vastly finite duration
[06:11.68] With eons of habitual infestation
[06:17.46]
[06:43.29] But I, I'm just a body
[06:49.25] Alive but rotting
[06:51.74] A storm of flies that hides behind these eyes
[06:59.44] I'm just a body
[07:03.24] Eight billion like me
[07:05.54] Burning our hive
[07:08.78] Scorched alive
[07:10.34] And you, you're just a body
[07:16.11] Flesh-lined tragedy
[07:19.37] Dead but alive
[07:21.72] Remembering a time within our lives, in our history
[07:32.92] Life in our prime
[07:36.04] A fiction of the mind
[07:40.36] Lying to ourselves, blind
[07:47.17] We are just bodies
[07:50.69] Insect parodies
[07:53.58] Burning our hive
[07:56.52] Remembering the crime that is our lives, that's our history
[08:07.22] Life in our prime
[08:10.28] Reflection of a time where all is left behind
[08:19.16]
[02:20.20] Which we will trust from conception to dust
[02:24.40] Just another body, a temple of shit
[02:28.56] Filled with the trash that we dump in it
[02:32.04] This house possessed with sins of the flesh
[02:36.29] Instinctive desire to procreate multiplying our mess
[02:41.00] Another series of holes of which we're to fill
[02:44.53] Mortal receptacles pumped full of seminal swill
[02:51.00] A familiar stranger
[02:58.66] To walk this earth is to always be in danger
[03:04.50]
[03:27.39] A complete and utter objectification of a sentient being
[03:35.77] An earthly trait of intellectual superiority
[03:45.29] Born in a hate manger
[03:49.04] Lined with extreme angst
[03:52.30] And a broken chemistry
[03:55.59]
[03:58.61] That familiar stranger
[04:01.59] Mourning our minds
[04:05.21] With an answer to the riddle you'll never find
[04:10.52] Fertile are the loins of the earth
[04:13.60] The soil womb to which we return
[04:16.53] Sharpened societal femurs
[04:19.36] Our swords to fall on
[04:23.00] What makes you think you're so sublime
[04:26.22] Among the others that are standing in line?
[04:31.22] Waiting for their time
[04:34.27]
[05:05.05] We are only vessels that leave a stain that lasts forever
[05:18.22] The toppled cup of skin that spills a poison with no half measure
[05:46.26] We, we are only bodies
[05:51.80] Survived by guilt and the neurosis of entitlement
[06:00.99] Like insects, so are the days of our lives
[06:08.75] With a vastly finite duration
[06:11.68] With eons of habitual infestation
[06:17.46]
[06:43.29] But I, I'm just a body
[06:49.25] Alive but rotting
[06:51.74] A storm of flies that hides behind these eyes
[06:59.44] I'm just a body
[07:03.24] Eight billion like me
[07:05.54] Burning our hive
[07:08.78] Scorched alive
[07:10.34] And you, you're just a body
[07:16.11] Flesh-lined tragedy
[07:19.37] Dead but alive
[07:21.72] Remembering a time within our lives, in our history
[07:32.92] Life in our prime
[07:36.04] A fiction of the mind
[07:40.36] Lying to ourselves, blind
[07:47.17] We are just bodies
[07:50.69] Insect parodies
[07:53.58] Burning our hive
[07:56.52] Remembering the crime that is our lives, that's our history
[08:07.22] Life in our prime
[08:10.28] Reflection of a time where all is left behind
[08:19.16]