Think,
As your brain turns to mush
And falls from your head
Look,
As your eyes melt
And hit the cement
Allow the beauty of man
And the essence of the universe
To turn your lungs to ash
Are we young yet?
Are we free?
Put the soup in the bowl, and eat
The Beauty of Man
Think,
As your brain turns to mush
And falls from your head
Look,
As your eyes melt
And hit the cement
Allow the beauty of man
And the essence of the universe
To turn your lungs to ash
Are we young yet?
Are we free?
Put the soup in the bowl, and eat