I'm building a body
From balsam and ash
I'm building a body
With no god attached
I'm building a body
From blueprints in Braille
I'm building a body
Where our design has failed
There's a book full of plans
At the feet of poor Atlas
Titled "For Man"
But the architects only drew blanks
Now there's nowhere to go
But go back, go back, go back, go back
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