Luca - Cire

We’ve opened up the book in your cells to find your soul

And define your reason

In your chromosomes we see you naked

Without the fairy tales that feel like home

And every treasured variation and ideation is encoded

You’re a war inside

A cloud of conflicts from four billion years alive

The whole intent is letting go of all your preconceived

Behold the gems inside your code, there’s no turning back

So given all that we know now

Ask not if but how we’ll make the change

And turn the sculptor into sculpture

Cut ourselves out and fly away

The whole intent is letting go of all your preconceived

The doll returns to break the mold, there’s no turning back