Atheist - Brains | Текст песни

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• Atheist
• Brains

Talking to yourself
You say things
No one ever hears
Knowing yourself better
Than anyone ever could
Bet you never thought you would
Honesty prevails in thought
You just can't lie to yourself
A patch of lucrid decisions
A thought of fame and wealth
Chorus
A caravan or process if you will
A stream of conscious waves
A prostitute of ideas
A maze of tracing knowledge
First and foremost feed your head!
Retrieve all that flows with memory
Obtain all you know with sensories
Approaching every vision with indecision
Conditioning is a routine of minds