And with the early morning dawns
Moving right along
I couldn't buy an eyeful of sleep
And in the aching night, under satellites
I was not recieved
Built with stolen parts
A telephone in my heart
Someone get me a priest
To put my mind to bed
This ringing in my head
Is this a cure or is this a disease?

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Nail in my hand
From my Creator
You gave me life
Now show me how to live

And in the after birth
On the quiet Earth
Let the stains remind you
You thought you made a man
You better thing again
Before my role defines you

chorus

And in your waiting hands
I will land
And roll out of my skin
And in your finals hours I will stand
Ready to begin