Cell Song

We’ve got maps behind our eyes
Lookin out at ourselves
Things that grow
Out of the ground
Must one need
each little cog
sticks to the next
how can it be
that theyre alive
this clever twist
this pyramid scheme
has got you in
a double life
out of nothin makin somethin like a cell
makin patterns like the galaxy of cells
this insurrection the consequences gone
i’m glad you made it
got to make some kind of soul
we have a conjecture we’ve got each other’s backs
we made a promise but one day we’ll fall apart
until the world gets tired of lookin at itself
we have a place
a fighting chance
while the chemicals
keep up their dance
while the roots
are diggin deep
tryin to suck
the whole place dry
out of nothin makin somethin like a cell
makin patterns like a galaxy of cells
this insurrection the consuequences gone
i’m glad you made it
got to make some kind of soul
we have a conjecture we have each other’s backs
we made a promise but one day we’ll fall apart
we have a conjecture we have each other’s backs
we made a promise but one day we’ll fall apart
we have a conjecture we have each other’s backs
we made a promise but one day we’ll fall apart