Luca

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