Stem Cells Songtext
von BATS

Is it when a minute or a second old
That it is a matter of eternal soul?

Honestly the promise of this fucking research
Honestly the promise of this fucking research
Isn′t it a pity 'bout the fucking people?

Hatch a plan to slay a doctor
Betrayal! Betrayal!
Make a stand and bind the hands with objection, objection

Isn′t it a pity 'bout the fucking people?
Isn't it a pity ′bout the fucking people?
Honestly the promise of this fucking research

Stem cells
Forming to build a new heart
Stem cells
Building to form a new part
Shock it
Shock it ′til it beats again


And we're talking a cluster of a hundred cells
Yeah it′s dwarfed by the brain of a fly we can tell
And it's time you admitted that the mind is the soul
And you′ll die

End, is this the end, is this the end
End, is this the end, don't you forget
Don′t you forget to leave trace of your stay
Yes, this is the end, this is the end
Don't you forget that you've grown on your own
End, this is the end, this is the end
Don′t you forget about the world that you′re on

Is it when a minute or a second old
That it is a matter of eternal soul?

Isn't it a pity ′bout the fucking people?
Isn't it a pity ′bout the fucking people?
Honestly the promise of this fucking research


Stem cells
Forming to build a new heart
Stem cells
Building to form a new part
Shock it
Shock it 'til it beats again
Shock it ′til it beats again
Shock it 'til it beats again
Shock it 'til it beats again
Shock it ′til it beats again