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My cells are done dividing
A body so uninviting
But I'm not what I thought
And I get what I've got
And I rot in my flesh this way
We're made out of meat
We're made out of meat
Holding a skull on my fingertips
To be or not a soliloquist
A guest in the flesh
Where I've made my little nest
And the rest is a guess to be made
We're made out of meat
We're made out of meat
Carry your weight on a Saturday morning
Carry your head on a Friday night
I’m buried and gone but still in mourning
Carried away in everlasting fright
We're made out of meat
We're made out of meat
I think what I thought this way
I seek what I sought this way
I reek and I rot this way
I think what I thought this way
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