The Brain
100,000 miles of blood cells
That we hammer one by one
I can just dribble out a sentence
Then I'm feking done
It has the power to light a lightbulb
I'd be lucky to spark a match
Chuck me a bleeding cold and I doubt I'd flaming catch.
Processing information
At 698 miles an hour
If I can get me eyelids open
At times I'm really proud
70,000 thoughts an hour they also say
When just getting out of bed sometimes
Can take all bloody day.
The miracles of brain space
A chance of infinite state of being
And instead of planning miracles
We fill our heads with cacophony
Why do we choose to dumb it down
Until comfortably numb
So they can shove us in a corner
In a nappy sucking thumb
When will we use the brains we're born with
Then maybe something can be done
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