All Senses Lost lyrics

You`d hold on to nothing
If it fit in your hands
Pockets and bags just won`t understand
The common disorder of heads on the rise
Don`t smell with the nose or see with the eyes
I am just waiting for something to happen

And all sense is lost
You`d callous the body
To make you a man
Harder to touch but that was the plan
Will you behold a revolution with style
You`d swap your hands for a new set of teeth
The chatter goes well and it`s well preserved
The grass remains green if it`s left undisturbed
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