My flesh is made of atoms, and each atom has a past.
I wonder in whose bodies all those atoms were in last.
It’s kind of arbitrary, how our bloodlines are defined,
when we’re all composed of atoms other beings left behind.
My flesh is made of atoms, and each atom has a past.
I wonder in whose bodies all those atoms were in last.
It’s kind of arbitrary, how our bloodlines are defined,
when we’re all composed of atoms other beings left behind.