Brains lie when they tell you they're divine
Nothing's been never known
Doesn't mean its been stolen
Write down what's on your mind
Almost certain those words have met the line
Before, but ignore anyone who tells you they're not yours
Cause when I take my meat mind and put it to the process, I find
There's nothing here to digest
No procedure, no goal to the quest
Just all flows out until I rest
So they put fourth their machine and with no rest, they told that thing to sing
So listen close, you'll have a realization
Nothing there to cause a resignation
You hear the product of procedure, rearranger
The goal to a quest set a teenager
Attend that wave of what it digested
But realize it's all we just did
It's already been done not for money, but for fun
And there's the difference between meat and metal
Intention, Invention
We strive all, just to be original
Doesn't matter if we die unheard
And here's the difference between me and circuitry
Only one has thought without media, the other lives in the shadow of originals
Oh shadow of me
You're in the shadow of all we sing
And all we've sung, with more to come
You're in the shadow of all we've ever done