Human Meat Sack

[Intro] [palm-muted distorted electric guitar riff] [drums enter with snare roll and crash] [Verse 1] [bass and driving drums enter] [male vocals] A spirit trapped inside a human needs psych Bending in all kinds of positions like a gymnast Everything I do I'ma do it to the max Got the world in my hands like an Atlas We're all luminescent beings Inside these skin prisons Needs psych trap the spirit Try to think clearer [Chorus] [full band, heavy distorted guitar chords] Life isn't what it seems Nothing lasts, nothing's guaranteed We're a spirit having a human experience Look beyond what you can see [Post-Chorus] [up-tempo drum fill, melodic guitar lead] [Chorus] [heavy guitars] Life isn't what it seems Nothing lasts, nothing's guaranteed We're a spirit having a human experience Look beyond what you can see [Bridge] [drums drop to half-time feel, clean arpeggiated guitar] What happens after life? Reincarnation or afterlife? Do the stars align? I was there at design Am I really a person? Or is this all in my mind? Are these really my thoughts or is this all by design? [Outro] [distorted guitar power chords, final drum hit]