Lungs Grey Walter Wilder Penfield Lyrics

Sneaky sparks sent neatly to the seat of your'so'selfishness bodiless.
And did your ever think you were anything more?
Well you won't for long, and not for good reasons.
Stop, rewind the tape - show trials, doctored paths,
pathetically-dressed halloween attempts. Remember the damaged man who failed to recognise the face of his wife?
Well you won't for long, and not for good rewn any better;
to when you could have stayed awake.
Stop, rewind the tape - it's a fake!
The real thing is you, and that'll have to do.