Section 47 (Got Down To the Soul)

Wake up, silly beast of mind Give yourself relief, nothing you can find Got down to the soul, racing to begin Fulfilling all the needs, blinded by the sins And loving what you preach, reading all the words And finding all the lies, thinking all the time Got down to the soul Some of us will win, some of us will scream Some of us will die, and some of us will sing Fearless-feeling cheers all through the night Breaking the spell, feeling alive inside Fearless-feeling cheers all through the night Breaking the spell, feeling alive inside Well, find your future, find your side Keep the world standing by your side Find your future, find a life Keep the world standing by your side 'Cause it got down to the soul Wake up, silly beast of mind Give yourself relief, nothing you can find Got down to the soul Some of us will win, some of us will scream Some of us will die, and some of us will sing Wake up, silly beast of mind Give yourself relief, nothing you can find Got down to the soul Some of us will win, some of us will scream Some of us will die, and some of us will sing