Where are you standing?
At the threshold of it all
When it's all sand to sand
And the natural man
Doesn't have any buttons, no...
The one indelible umbilical cell
Inedible as silica gel
Inevitable, immeasurable as hell
Everyone zooming by at top speed
With their unceasing outreaching
It's gotta be plurality, I know
The circadian grind
Left to our own devices
In the cold comfort of...
The one indelible umbilical cell
Inedible as silica gel
Inevitable, immeasurable as hell