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A remix of a song about subjective hero but objective existential crisis, Chorby Soul.
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So take a pound of flesh,
If you think it would help.
I can promise you this: nothing else will.
Yeah, you sharpen your teeth,
Come on and take a bite.
I can promise you this: I will survive.
I’m back from the dead,
or as close as I can get.
It feels like there’s a thousand voices screaming in my head.
I just have to move,
cos I don’t want to forget:
The tide's high, the water's rising, but I ain’t drowning yet (no, I ain’t drowning).
So take a pound of flesh,
If you think it would help.
I can promise you this: nothing else will.
Yeah, you sharpen your teeth,
Come on and take a bite.
I can promise you this: I will survive.
This the start of the action,
and I'm main attraction.
But I won’t give you the satisfaction of eating me alive.
See you think we’re defenceless,
but I know my soul is endless,
and you can’t destroy what is Undefined.
I’m Undefined, I’m Undefined.
So take a pound of flesh,
If you think it would help.
I can promise you this: nothing else will.
Yeah, you sharpen your teeth,
Come on and take a bite.
I can promise you this: I will survive.
I might be more, I might be less,
But you’ll never make me a consumerist.
I might be more, I might be less,
But you’ll never make me a consumerist.
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