Blemmyae have no heads, eyes upon their chests instead
Blemmyae make no friends, cannibals are how theyâre bred
They say theyâre really different
I think weâre all the same
In our minds
In our minds
They try to be so different
Beg to be unique
How much does it matter
When weâre six feet deep?
Blemmyae, one world known, choose with kin to stay alone
Illusions of skin and bone, the differences that they bemoan
What does it mean to be different
When weâre all the same?
Father Time is on my shoulder
Telling me that Natureâs king.
If our souls had no bodies
Would that really change a thing?
Mmmm who could say
Mm who could say
Mmm It wouldnât be the same
We try to be so different
Beg to be unique
How much does it matter
When weâre six feet deep?