Songtext von Cell Song

We've got minds behind our eyes Looking 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 they're alive This clever twist This pyramid scheme Has got you in A double life Out of nothing making something like a cell Making 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 looking at itself We have a place A fighting chance While the chemicals Keep up their dance While the roots Are digging deep Trying to suck The whole place dry Out of nothing making something like a cell Making patterns like a 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 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