(by the meat puppets)If I had to lose a mileIf I had to touch feelingsI would lose my soulThe way I doI dont have to thinkI only have to do itThe results are always perfectAnd thats old newsWould you like to hear my voiceSweetened with emotionInvented at your birth? I cant see the end of meMy whole expanse I cannot seeI formulate infinityAnd store it deep inside of menirvana
