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give it to the heap, give it up to the beast
the things you will see, the things you’ll believe
every time you have the chance
it happens every day, then it goes away

then you think of those yesterdays
knowing that you have done everything
though you know, and it shows
you’re still thinking of the missing link
it’s important that you realize that
for you and me it won’t change, you’ll see

one of us is gonna’ be sorry
punished until he or she has bled
embarrassed in front of the friends who made us
some of us will be given parties
raised up so far we forget the ground
embellished like some kind of clown

sometimes we have to go where everyone is
or at least where everyone’s been
sorry for confusion and sorry for delusion and
sorry about the voice in your head

so give it to the beast, give it up to the heap
the things you will leave, the things you’ll delete
every time you have the chance
it happens every day, then it goes away
then you look back on yesterday
wondering what you might have to say
when they know, and it shows
you’re still thinking of the missing link
it’s important they don’t realize that
there’s a scheme, we’re the same you’ll see

one of us is gonna’ be sorry
punished until he or she has fled
embarrassed in front of the friends who made us
some of us will be given parties
raised up so far we forget the ground
embellished like some little town inhabited by clowns

sometimes we have to go where everyone is
or at least where everyone’s been
sorry for confusion and sorry for delusion and
sorry about the voice in your head

just listen to the beast calling to you from the heap
the things you will think, the things you’ll repeat
given just a fleeting chance
it happens every day, then it goes away

come on, it’s time to go where everyone is
or at least where everyone’s been
sorry for confusion and sorry about delusion and
sorry there’s a voice in your head

when you become the beast, living there beneath the heap
the things you will eat, the people you’ll keep
every time they have the chance
it happens every day, till you sink away

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from Culture of Self, released June 10, 2007

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