Sometimes I’m tired
of singing the same old songs
and I think I’ll slip away from it all

People seem like a dust that blows
through hopelessly forgotten paradise
Oh let’s all go there

Weak weak links in the living chain of souls
Somewhere in space there is a race that knows

Mutate mutate me choose the fate
Me sing the songs that can’t go wrong

So hard to sing a tired song to you
So much left to say that’ll make you smile
So help yourself and everybody else
feels free of the slightest care

Mutate mutate at a rapid rate
Everyone get it on until we all belong
Don’t say Yes if it make a mess
but don’t say No to a chance to grow

Feel the pain and if you want complain
or stay the same and affix some blame
Everyone be right and everyone be wrong

So hard to sing a tired song to you
So much left to say that’ll make you smile
So help yourself and everybody else
feels free of the slightest care

Be a god
Be a god
Be a god lullaby

Be a god
Be a god
Be a god

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