Life Substance #22 (Alternate Version)

(Verse 1) I lost my keys, I burnt the toast, My conscious mind is a terrible host. If I had to tell my own heart to beat, I’d probably faint just crossing the street! If digesting my lunch took a conscious thought, My whole anatomy would be in a knot! (Pre-Chorus) But deep in the soul, there’s a backup plan, Older than mammals, older than man! The ultimate cosmic autopilot, Keeping us safe when the brain tries to riot! (Chorus) Oh, Substance Twenty-Two! The instinct's core! Running the show so we don't keep score. Straight out of Volume Three, the Book of Life, Saving us all from biological strife. You pump the blood, you digest the stew, Give it up for Substance Twenty-Two! (Verse 2) The intellect's great for writing a song, But out in the jungle? It wouldn't last long. And intuition is flashy, a spiritual glow, But who runs the plumbing down below? It’s the talent kernel, the ancient seed, The micromanager of every basic need! (Chorus) Oh, Substance Twenty-Two! The instinct's core! Running the show so we don't keep score. Straight out of Volume Three, the Book of Life, Saving us all from biological strife. You pump the blood, you digest the stew, Give it up for Substance Twenty-Two! (Outro) (Music slows down to a dramatic, comedic pause) So the next time you blink, or sneeze, or survive... Thank the little manager keeping you alive! Substance twenty-two... Seriously. If I were in charge of my own liver, we’d be doomed.