show me how to live

In with the early dawn, moving right along, I couldn’t buy an eye full of sleep and in the aching night under sattelittes I was not recieved. Built with the stolen parts, a telephone in my heart. Someone get me a priest to put my mind to bed. This ringing in my head - Is this a cure or is this a disease?

Nail in my hand from my creator. You gave me life now show me how to live. Nail in my hand from my creator. You gave me life now show me how to live. In the afterbirth on the quiet earth, let this things remind you. You thought you made a man: you better think again before my role defines you.