Turning to face you I see what you are
a pure soul in solid meat, just like me
no demon, no angel, just you
I grab your hand, venturing to tell you
you don't like the assumption of meat
no, you're a soul condemned to wander Earth
the sooner you get out of this situation the better
no light erupts from Heaven to tell us the truth
nothing anywhere to help us decide who is right
However, I feel my flesh tingling with life
also I feel that this much proclaimed soul is alive
both of them wander planet Earth
kept down by Gravity and the lack of wings
that's what I've got, that's what's me
but you, poor soul, are fettered down not to fly
no step on Earth makes you happy
tinglings of the flesh make you feel abused
that's sad and all because you abhor meat
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