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Everything's connected-
The cell, the sun in the sky…
I don't know why we suck up everything and still we're born to die

We seem to have benevolence of a saint
But our intentions are quite plain:
We only think about ourselves, so this is how it will remain

Yesterday I looked into my hands and wondered why
I only give what I excrete;
But to whom do I apologize?
And then I realized there's only one big world to fix, but
Sometimes, the smallest numbers
Scare the hell out of me

If they made a bandage large enough
It might conceal the pain
While our children's cancer from the sun is washed with acid rain
We seem to have benevolence of a saint
But our intentions are quite plain:
We only think about ourselves, so this is how it will remain

So…
Now you know what we are
Now you know what you are
You'll never die
We are not invincible-not indestructible
We cannot appraise ourselves if everything is so mundane
We are not invincible-not indestructible
We cannot appraise ourselves if everything is so mundane
We are not invincible-not indestructible
Destructible, destructible, destructible, destructible

If they made a bandage large enough
It might conceal the pain
While our children's cancer from the sun is washed with acid rain
We seem to have benevolence of a saint
But our intentions are quite plain:
We only think about ourselves, so this is how it will remain

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